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Part 14: The End And The Beginning

Masterlist - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10 - Part 11 - Part 12 - Part 13

Still a flicker of hope that you first gave to me that I wanna keep (please don't leave)

(In which an infrequently-updating writer finally didn't take a month to update)

Pairing: Paige Bueckers X Azzi Fudd

Themes: Angst, Fluff and I guess a little bit of Hurt/Comfort

Words: 9.2K

TW: Swearing (and I believe that's it)

A/N: Hello my lovelies <3 It's a little past 2 AM but y'all wanted a chapter at an ungodly hour so here it is. It's insane to think that there will only be one more chapter of this fic. In all honestly I did have ways to drag it out for a little longer but ultimately, this felt like the right path to take. I feel like some of this chapter is a little OOC (though my lovely friends have said maybe I'm just being paranoid) but whelp it was for the plot so! Like I said, ungodly hour chapters means barely any editing for now but I will go over and fix things later. In the meantime if y'all wanna point things out in terms of grammar and typos, please feel free. As always, let me know what you liked, what you didn't and what you'd like to see as this story comes to an end. Have a lovely rest of your day (night?) my loves <3

June 2033

Azzi thinks she might have every detail of her rather uninteresting bedroom ceiling memorized by now. After all -for almost 3 weeks now- instead of sleeping, all she’s done is stared up at it, her mind wandering off to a thousand places, all plagued with the same face. Azzi hadn’t thought it was possible for her heart to ache as much as it had the morning after the proposal, when the regret had hit and she’d rushed into Paige’s room, only to be told by KK that the older girl was gone. The days following had been torture, like enduring a heart attack over and over again, the pain crescendoing until she’d gone numb from it.

But last time there had been no false notions, no open-ended goodbyes, just a clean break and somehow that had been easier to live with. These last few days -filled with the unbearable waiting of maybe today she’ll come back to me- have been worse. Perhaps it’s because of the innate hope flickering like a candle within her. And even though the flame of it seems to get smaller and dimmer every time she sees Paige and the older woman still can’t quite make the promise to stay, Azzi knows that until that hope of hers is either completely shattered or fulfilled, there is no moving on from this hurt.

Sighing to herself, Azzi grabs for her phone. The screen lights up to countless notifications and she bites her lip when she notices the one from Clémence. Dinner had been uncannily awkward last night in a way that it had never been before when the French woman had been a much more frequent presence in her and her daughter’s life. But in between Azzi being completely lost in thoughts of her and Paige’s conversation in the locker room and Stephie somehow managing to find a way to relate every little detail back to Miss Buecks and her face-falling a little every time she did, well it was suffice to say even Clémence’s attempts as making the dinner more cheerful hadn’t been enough to make the evening less of a disaster. Azzi had almost let out a sigh of relief when she’d finally dropped the other woman off at the hotel, trying to not to wince when Clémence had leaned in for a quick kiss on the cheek. But cleary she hadn’t been inconspicuous enough -and neither had Stephie, who’s voice had been rather devoid of her normal Clémence related cheer when she’d wished the Frenchwoman a goodnight- and the guilt from the way the other woman’s smile had faltered, still lingers in Azzi’s stomach.

Chewing at her bottom lip, she swipes the text open. It’s a simple “it was good to see you two again.” and perhaps it doesn’t mean much -maybe Azzi’s doing that overthinking thing again- but there’s something about the formality of it, about the full stop at the end of the sentence feels rather definite. Azzi almost feels like she should apologize for something, perhaps for being so aloof last night or maybe even more. She knows that Clémence had wanted something else from her, had patiently waited for her to turn their relationship into something beyond just casual, something Azzi had never been ready to give to her. But it almost feels too late for any of that and so all she says is “it was good to see you too.” and she hopes that Clémence knows that despite everything, she means it.

Throwing her phone back on the dresser and now feeling perhaps even worse than she had a couple minutes ago, Azzi pulls her blanket above her head, almost pleading with her brain to just shut off. She’s about to give into the impulsive urge to scream into her pillows, when instead her door creaks open and she immediately throws the comforter off of herself, reaching over to turn on her bedside lamp as she sits up straight on her bed.

Stephie stands in the doorway, a fluffy teddy bear cuddled to her chest as she stares up at Azzi with big doey eyes and the older woman’s heart constricts when she sees the hint of sadness sitting heavily within them. Her little girl had been quiet all day -really since dinner last night. With today being a rare off day, the two of them had spent most of it lounging on the couch watching movies. But Azzi could tell something was off about Stephie. Her daughter, normally ever the commentator, had been dead silent, cuddling into her mother’s side and barely even chuckling at the comedy scenes. Truthfully, Stephie hadn’t been quite the same ever since they’d left Paige’s that morning -and with the amount of nights she’d snuck into Azzi’s room since, her mother had almost been expecting it tonight- but it seemed like something else had shifted last night.

“C’mere baby girl,” Azzi says softly as she holds her arms open and Stephie dutifully climbs into them, burrowing her head into her mother’s chest, “what’s up?”

“Can’t sleep,” comes the muffled response from her daughter as Azzi gently rubs the little girl’s back, “can I sleep here with you?”

Azzi smiles, pressing a gentle kiss against Stephie’s hair, “of course you can sweetheart,” she whispers, before falling back into her pillows with her daughter still securely wrapped in her arms.

She continues to brush her hands through Stephie’s hair, listening to the sound of her little girl breathing as she hums a lullaby.

“Mama,” Stephie says tentatively, after a while.

“Yeah Stephie-bean?”

“Yes-er-day when we were at dinner-,” the little girl swallows nervously and Azzi’s squeezes her shoulders, hoping it conveys that she’s listening, ready to hear whatever it is that’s been bothering the little girl, “yes-er-day at one of the other tables, I saw- I saw a woman with gold hair and she- she had it in a bun like- like the one Miss Buecks usually has.”

Azzi’s breath hitches, “go on sweetheart.”

“And she- she was-,” Stephie drops her voice down to a whisper, “she was kissing someone who looked a lot like you Mama.”

“Oh,” Azzi manages to get out as she feels her lungs compress.

“And there was a little girl too and they both gave her lots of kisses too,” Stephie’s voice is small as she says the fact and Azzi has to bite her lips hard to keep in the sob that’s threatening to escape her lips. And she remembers the exact people Stephie’s talking about, remembers the way her heart panged as she’d seen the way three of them -the two women and their little girl- were practically giddy around each other. They’d looked almost like an exact replica of Paige, Azzi and Stephie, not that long ago. Azzi had, had to tear her eyes away from the scene, not wanting to let the tears that were dangerously close to her waterline slip down her cheeks. She hadn’t looked in their direction again. But Azzi hadn’t even imagined that maybe Stephie would’ve noticed that too, that her daughter would’ve felt the sting of the happy picture the same way she had.

“Oh sweetheart-”

“My friend Anya has a Mama and a Mommy,” Stephie rushes out before Azzi can console her any further, “and my other friend Lena didn’t understand how that was poss-ble cause she has a Mommy and a Daddy like most of my other friends but Anya said it’s poss-ble and that her Mama and Mommy love each other just like Lena’s Mommy and Daddy love each other.”

“Anya’s right,” Azzi says softly, smiling at how simple children make everything sound even though she’s not quite sure where Stephie’s getting at with this story, “I’m sure her Mama and Mommy love each other a lot.”

“Anya says they kiss on the lips- just like- just like the women at the restaurant and like Nana and Pops or like Uncle José and Aunty Tully,” Stephie scrunches her nose as she finally untucks herself from Azzi’s chest, “Anya says that’s what people in love do but I think it’s kinda gross cause kissing on the lips looks kinda yucky.”

Azzi laughs, booping the little girl’s nose, “it does look a little funny.”

“But Anya says her Mommy and Mama do other things too. Like her Mama takes care of her Mommy when she’s sick and when her Mama cries over a movie, her Mommy laughs but then gives her Mama a big hug. And Anya says that sometimes when Anya’s Mama isn’t looking, Anya sees her Mommy looking at her Mama with a big smile,” Stephie stretches out her arms for emphasis as she climbs off of Azzi’s lap to sit on the bed next to her.

“That sounds sweet,” Azzi says wistfully, still a little confused why she’s being told everything about Anya’s two mothers.

There’s a moment of silence before Stephie drags in a deep breath as she stares intently at her mother, “I never seen you and Miss Buecks kiss, Mama.”

Her words loom in the air as Azzi’s mouth falls open, everything suddenly beginning to click, “Steph-”

“But when Miss Buecks was sick, I saw you make her soup and make her eat her med-cines even though Miss Buecks said they tasted yucky. And when you cry over Mr. Olaf melting in Frozen, Miss Buecks always says ‘Az you’re so silly, you’ve seen this so many times. How can you still cry at it?’”Stephie recites, doing an almost perfect impression that has Azzi’s letting out something in between a sob and a laugh.

“But then she gives you a big hug anyways. And Mama,” the little girl continues, “when you’re not looking, I see Miss Buecks looking at you with this big, big, big, smile all the time.”

“Stephie,” Azzi chokes out, trying to hold herself together.

Her daughter looks at her with something almost like wonder, “you and Miss Buecks- you were just- you were just like Anya’s Mama and Mommy?”

“Yeah,” Azzi whispers, as she grasps the little girl’s hands in her own, bracing herself for whatever Stephie might say next, “yeah I guess we were.”

But Stephie doesn’t say anything for a while, sitting all quiet and contemplative for a moment until she slowly climbs back into her mother’s arms, resting her head right against Azzi’s chest.

“Mama,” her voice is small when she finally does speak, “I really miss Miss Buecks.”

Azzi feels her heart constrict, finally losing the battle against her tears as they drip down her cheeks, and she tightens her grip on her daughter, “I know baby. I really miss her too.”

***

April 2025

“What are you doing?” panic filters into Azzi’s tone as she watches Paige slowly get down on one knee, her heart pulsating as she slowly begins to understand why her girlfriend had set this whole thing up. Really she should’ve known as soon as KK and Ice had excitedly bound into her room, mischievous knowing smirks on their faces as they’d made her change into something nice before practically dragging her onto the roof. She should’ve known when she’d seen the candles and the pink roses and Paige just a little too dressed up in the midst of it all, that this was more than just one of the older girl’s lavishly planned date nights.

Paige smiles up at her, either not hearing the distress in the brunette’s voice or perhaps not quite understanding the gravity of it. She reaches for Azzi’s hands, soft fingers entwining with the younger girl’s like their holding onto a lifeline. An unfamiliar sensation builds in Azzi’s stomach, one she doesn’t think she’s ever felt in Paige’s presence before.

“Paige,” she whispers helplessly.

“I’ve got you baby,” Paige squeezes her hands gently, mistaking whatever it is that Azzi’s feeling, for simple nerves.

But it’s not that. Azzi knows this unsettling feeling that’s tornadoing around her isn’t just nerves or butterflies or whatever else it is that one normally feels before a proposal. It’s something much, much worse. Something almost like dread. And Azzi can feel all those suppressed emotions that have been building for the last couple of weeks-the whispers of thoughts that she’d brushed away as nothing serious- suddenly rushing through her body and settling like a large, immovable lump at the back of her throat.

She remembers the first time she’d felt it, that unfamiliar twist in her stomach. It had been at a press conference after some easily won Big East game with UConn’s Big Three sitting diligently at the media-table. And it had suddenly occurred to Azzi, just as they’d finished their media availability, that she’d been asked exactly one question about her own performance -a respectable 24/4/3 statline- from the pool of reporters. Every other question of the four that had been directed her way, had been about Paige. She’d come to a stop outside the press room, letting herself sit with the thought for a second until her girlfriend -with her bright blue eyes and just-for-Azzi smile- had come bounding up to her. And suddenly, as it always seemed to be when it came to Paige, Azzi couldn’t think about anything else anymore. Not when the blonde was lacing their fingers together and putting her lips dangerously close to her ears, whispering all the sinful things they could get up to that night.

But then it happened again two games later. One question about her own performance followed by a cycle of questions about Paige during a presser where the blonde wasn’t even in attendance. This time Azzi had thought about it a little longer but then she’d chided herself for it, chalking it up to her brain doing that overthinking thing again. It was natural to be asked about teammates, especially superstar, generational, teammates who were likely to go #1 in the upcoming WNBA draft.

And then it happened again.

And again.

Until it was the Elite Eight and Azzi found herself, after a 28/5/4 statline and two clutch free throws to win it all, still somehow fielding more questions about Paige -and how the blonde had impacted Azzi’s game and recovery and their relationship as best friends- than about her own performance.

That’s when she’d finally begun to understand what that twist in her stomach had been. She’d felt sick at the idea that it could be envy -how could she ever be jealous of her Paige’s success- but she’d understood then, almost gawking at the reporter who’d had the audacity to ask her, her fourth Paige-related question that night, that it wasn’t that. Maybe it would’ve been easier if it was.

It was fear.

The fear that her own identity in the basketball world was slowly withering away under the weight of her relationship.

“Hey,” Paige’s voice feels like it’s coming from a distance even though she’s right in front of Azzi and the brunette swallows hard as she tries to pry herself away from her thoughts to focus on her girlfriend.

“Paige,” she whispers back helplessly, as her eyes begin to water.

Every time Azzi had imagined Paige proposing -the first time had been when she was 15 and she’d woken up from the dream, almost shaking but still filled with the serene calmness that came from knowing something was inevitable- she had always in fact pictured tears in her own eyes.

But not like this.

Because these little droplets cascading down her cheeks that Paige’s fingers diligently reach up to wipe away aren’t the tears of a girl whose dreams to marry her best friend -the love of her life- are coming true. They’re the tears of a girl who’s bracing herself for an inevitable fight when she puts her career before a relationship, when her head wins this fight against her heart.

Blissfully unaware, Paige continues on, “I’ve um- I’ve thought of this a million times. Actually maybe a billion or a trillion or quadrillion. Point is I’ve been thinking about it pretty much ever since I met you.”

Stop, Azzi thinks but all that comes out is a whimper.

“So you’d think, considering I’ve thought about it that many times, I’d have an actual speech prepared or something. And I did you know. I uh- I wrote one and then I hated it so I deleted it all and then I wrote another and then I deleted that one too,” Paige laughs and the sound of it, that had once felt like a warm blanket shrouding all of Azzi’s senses, now feels a lot like a wintry chill settling around her body.

“And what I realized,” there’s moisture pooling in the blonde’s own eyes now, “is that I don’t need a speech. I don’t need hundreds of words. I just need three. I love you,” Paige presses a kiss against Azzi’s knuckles and the other girl shudders, “I love you so fucking much Azzi Fudd. And I’m gonna love you for the rest of my life.”

She lets go of the brunette’s hands to retrieve a black velvet box from her pockets and Azzi bites her lip so hard, the metallic taste of blood overwhelms her taste buds.

“Azzi Jazlyn Fudd,” Paige says softly, flicking open the box to reveal a heart-cut diamond ring, “will you marry me?”

“No,” it comes out so soft, almost blending with the wind, that for a second even Azzi doubts she’d said it.

“”What?”

Azzi clears her throat, “no.”

“No?” Paige repeats, blinking up at her with a mixture of confusion and anticipatory dread.

“No,” Azzi says again, her voice much stronger now as she takes a step back, the tears freely falling from her cheeks.

“I don’t- I don’t understand,” Paige, still on one knee, stumbles a little as she tries to formulate the right words, “you- you don’- no?,” her eyebrows furrow in confusion, “you don’t want to marry me?”

I do, Azzi wants to scream.

“I can’t,” she says.

Paige stares up at her, something akin to disbelief etched across her beautiful features, “what does that even fucking mean you can’t?”

“I just-” Azzi struggles against the jumble of thoughts in head as she tries to piece together a coherent sentence, “I can’t.”

“Bullshit,” Paige snarls.

“Paige-”

“Do not Paige me,” the older girl seethes, her expression darkening, “you better fucking explain yourself.”

“I- I will,” Azzi stutters, trying to make herself small as she wraps her arms around herself, “can you- just,” she eyes Paige, who’s still kneeling one one knee, “can you please- please just stand up.”

Paige flinches, like Azzi has asked her to shoot an arrow into her own soul. And maybe she had. But she does as asked. The blonde’s movements are reluctant, almost like it pains her to stand up and when she does, the distance she puts between her and Azzi can’t be more than a few meters, but it feels like it stretches the length of an ocean.

“Explain,�� Paige says scathingly.

“I just-” Azzi takes in a deep breath, barely able to meet her girlfriend’s eyes as she forces out the next words, “I don’t want to be known as just your wife.”

Paige lets out an expected noise of protest, “you wouldn’t-”

“You don’t know that,” Azzi cuts her off with a pointed look, “because right now- right now sometimes it feels like all I am is just Paige Bueckers’ best friend. It doesn't matter how many points I score or how many defensive moves I make on the court or whatever else I do on the court, somehow it all leads back to you. And it makes me feel-,” she chokes on the next words, the acidity of them leaving a bitter taste in her mouth, “I feel invisible.”

“Azzi-”

The brunette holds up a hand, needing to finish what she’s saying before she fully succumbs to her emotions, “sometimes- sometimes my entire career at UConn so far feels like- like it’s just an extension of yours. Paige you- you get to be Paige. Just Paige. The superstar. You get to go to entire pressers not having to answer a single question about me or our friendship. You get to have entire articles written about you that have just a throwaway line about me and not have half of it be dedicated to how I’m the driving force behind your success. And that’s how it should be because- because as much as we rely on each other, your success is still yours. But sometimes it feels like mine isn’t mine.”

“I’m sor-”

“No!” Azzi cuts Paige off loudly when the older girl tries to apologize, guilt flashing in her eyes, “it’s not your fault Paige. You- you’re my biggest cheerleader. You always have been. But I just- I need to have my own identity. And that’s already been so hard being known as just your best friend. It’s only going to get worse if I-” she stops, unable to say the rest but even unspoken, it lingers in the air.

If I become your fiancé.

“I need next year to be different,” Azzi says instead, “I need it to be my year. Just mine. Just for once, I just want to be known as Azzi.”

“It will be,” there’s a newfound conviction replacing the previous anger in the blonde’s voice as she takes a deliberate step towards Azzi. Bolstered when the other girl doesn’t instinctively move back, she takes another one and then another and another, until the seemingly never-ending distance between them disappears.

“I understand where you’re coming from,” Paige says softly as she gently holds one of Azzi’s hands between her own, “and I hate- I hate that you feel this way. But it’ll be different next year when we’re not on the same team anymore right? Out of sight out of mind type shit? They won’t- they won’t ask you about me or make everything you do about me anymore-”

“You don’t know that-”

The older girl continues like she didn’t hear the interruption, “I just- I just don’t understand why you can be known as my girlfriend but not my-” she swallows, “but not my wife? Because Az- when we come out-,” the girl in questions flinches and Paige pauses, her expression falters at the movement.

A deadly silence clouds the air and it’s April in Connecticut and the spring breeze is just the right temperature. But as Paige slowly lets go of her hands, realization dawning on her face, Azzi thinks she’s never felt colder in her life.

“You- you don’t-” the blonde looks at her almost accusingly as she takes a step back, “you don’t want to come out?”

“Paige-”

“Answer the fucking question Azzi.”

Azzi casts her eyes downwards, digging her fingers as deeply into her palms as possible, “no, no I don’t.”

“I see,” Paige says slowly, her tone dangerously low, “and how long have you felt this way Az?”

“I-I-” the brunette stutters nervously, “I made- I made the decision after the Elite Eight.”

“That’s not what I asked,” Paige says calmly.

“I don’t- I don’t understand-”

“How long Azzi?” the blonde sneers, “how long have you had all the fucking doubts about your identity and our relationship? How long have you been questioning everything about us? How long have you bee going through this whole fucking decision-making process about our future?”

“That’s not-”

“Oh no,” Paige interrupts harshly, “that’s exactly it. That’s exactly what you were doing. So tell me. How. Long?”

Azzi gulps nervously, “since the game at home versus Nova.”

Paige blinks at her, “three months? Three fucking months Azzi. You’ve been feeling this way for three months and you didn’t once think that maybe you should tell me? That maybe we should talk about it?”

“I didn’t know,” Azzi says helplessly, “I didn’t even understand it myself Paige. I didn’t know what I was feeling. I didn’t even know there was something to discuss.”

“But clearly you did figure it out, Azzi. Because I know you and I know you didn’t make this decision without figuring your emotions out, so why not come to me then? Why not tell me as soon as possible. God fucking hell Azzi- when even were you gonna tell me?” Paige yells, all pretence of calm gone from her body, “if I- if tonight hadn’t happened, when would you have even told me?”

Azzi doesn’t say anything and Paige shakes her head, starting to pace around the rooftop.

“We had a plan Azzi. We’ve had a plan for four years. As soon as one or both of us was out of UConn, that was it. No more hiding. No more secrets. Just you and and me and we weren’t gonna care who the fuck knew about it,” the blonde pinches the bridge of her nose, “and you’re telling me that for three month- three fucking months- you’ve been questioning that whole fucking plan while I remained oblivious as fuck? Azzi all I’ve done these past few months is tell you how fucking excited I was about being able to call you my girl in front ov everyone. How excited I was to hold you in public and for us to just be us without giving a fuck who could see. And you just,” Paige’s voice breaks, “you let me. You let me do all of that- feel all of that. You let me be hopeful for a future that you weren’t even sure you could see for us.”

Azzi looks away, that rock of guilt settled in her stomach starting to get heavier and heavier with each word that leaves Paige’s mouth, “I’m just asking for a little bit more time Paige.”

“And what happens if that time doesn’t go the way you want it to Az?” Paige asks sadly, “what if we survive the next year but you decide that you can’t be attached to me to start your W career?”

“That won’t happen-”

“You don’t know that,” a sardonic smile appears on the blonde’s face, “I can’t keep hiding forever Azzi. All I’ve done is love you in secret. I can’t- I don’t- I won’t do that forever.”

“I’m not asking you to,” Azzi bursts out, her defensiveness suddenly translating into a burst of anger, “I am asking you for a little bit of time. Not even a whole year anymore. Just a little bit of time for me to establish my own identity and honestly Paige if you can’t even give me that- if you can’t understand why I need this time- then maybe-” she stops herself, eyes widening at the words -word she’d never even expected herself to think of - that are now sitting, like burning embers, on the tip of her tongue.

“Then maybe what?” Paige asks slowly, but there’s an almost resigned tinge to her tone that suggests she already knows.

“No,” Azzi shakes her head, turning away from the older girl’s piercing gaze. She looks down at the ground, still covered in rose petals. The wax of the glittering candles littered between them has melted onto them, causing their pink hue to turn into a darker shade of red. And it’s like there’s blood scattered on the remnants of Paige’s perfect proposal.

“Say it Azzi-”

“No-”

“Say it.”

“I don’t want to,” Azzi covers her ears and she wishes this were a nightmare, wishes she could open her eyes and find herself waking up in Paige’s arms. Warm and soft and loved.

“Godfuckingdammit Azzi,” Paige yells, “just say it. If I can’t understand why you need time then maybe we should what?” she repeats, waiting for the brunette to finish her own sentence.

Azzi whimpers, continuing to shake her head, “Paige please.”

“Just. Fucking. Say. It.”

The younger girl swallows, “then maybe we should end it.”

Another beat of silence.

“Maybe we should,” Paige’s voice is gravelly and Azzi doesn’t dare turn around, not ready to see the heartbroken expression -or worse, perhaps the nonchalant one- on the older girl’s face, “if after all we’ve been through, if it’s so easy for you to think those words. Then maybe we should- maybe we should end it.”

And Azzi thinks for the rest of her life she will wonder what she should have done next. If she should’ve said something or if -when she hears those retreating footsteps- if she should’ve run after her. She thinks, for the rest of her life, she will look back on this moment and dissect every single second of it, that she will wish for the time machine to go back and stop herself from doing and saying so many of the things she had on the rooftop that night.

But Paige walks away.

And Azzi doesn’t do anything to stop her.

It isn’t until the morning after -when her head does finally catch up to her heart and all she can feel is that unfamiliar sting of regret- and she races into the apartment downstairs and Ice’s expression is filled with sadness and KK’s glare is filled with accusation, that she finds out just how far Paige had gone away from her and Azzi realizes, she’s just a little too late.

***

June 2033

There’s a redhead and a brunette, holding hands and chatting quietly as they wait outside the school. The two women are clearly entrenched in their own world -sharing those warm gazes and bright smiles that Azzi’s just a little too familiar with- blissfully unaware that they are currently being stared at. Actually, perhaps glared at is a more accurate statement because there’s a clear tinge of envy running down Azzi’s spine as her eyes remain laser-focused on the scene in front of her. She hadn’t meant to be doing this of course -nobody really plans to come to pick up their daughter from school and somehow end up stink-eying said daughter’s friends parents for being too in love. But as fate would have it, somehow from where she’s parked, Azzi has a perfect view of Anya, infamous Mommy and Mama.

They’re sickeningly cute.

And Azzi fucking hates them.

It’s unfair of her to feel this way; she knows that. But watching them lead the life she’d always imagined for herself, is more difficult now than it ever has been when Azzi had seen them before in passing. Back then, it was just a dull ache of something she craved but knew she’d turned away herself. But now- now she’s had a taste of that life; had gotten to live it out -even if just for a second- with the girl she’d always dreamed of living it with. Until one night and a series of revelations had snatched it all away, and now Azzi’s left with nothing but the bitter feeling of waiting to see if she’ll get that back forever or if it had really only ever been meant to be a fleeting moment in her life.

A sigh of longing escapes her as she watches Anya go rushing into her mothers’ arms, the two of them catching her in perfect sync. She has the resentful urge to scoff at the scene. It’s all so goddamn dramatic for three people who see each other every day. Except Azzi’s mind is filled with memories that are almost exact replicas of the scene in front of her; just with different faces.

“Hi Mama,” it isn’t until the backdoor opens and Stephie’s voice fills the car that Azzi finally tears her eyes away from Anya’s family.

“Hey baby,” she choruses back, turning around in her seat to make sure her daughter is buckling herself in correctly, “how was your day?”

“It was okay,” Stephie shrugs and Azzi feels her heart plummet at how nonchalant the little girl sounds. She misses the sound of her daughter ranting about just how booooring school is, and thinks she wouldn’t even try to reprimand her if Stephie deemed school useless like she used to. Azzi just wants her ball of sunshine, talks-a-mile-per-minute child back because this meek, quiet little girl in the back feels like a shell of who Stephie used to be.

“You excited for Mama’s game tonight?” Azzi presses as she starts to back out of the parking lot, almost relieved when it seems to cause Stephie to sit up a little straighter.

“You’re- you’re playing the Liberty right?” the little girl asks quietly, “that’s- that’s where Miss Buecks wanna go? New York?”

Azzi freezes at the question, trying to keep her hands steady on the wheel as she hums in agreement.

“They’re a good team right? Lots of champ-ships and stuff?” Stephie continues.

“Yeah,” Azzi clears her throat, “it’s uh- it’s definitely gonna be a good game.”

“Anya’s Grammy and Grandpa live in New York. Not the city-city but close to it,” Stephie says after a moment, “Anya says New York’s really nice. She’s been there lots and lots of times to see her Grammy and Grandpa forChristmas. And she- she says when she went, it snowed lots and lots.”

Despite herself Azzi smiles as her mind drifts to memories of cold Northeast winters. For the most part, they had been filled with dreary chills and darky rainy days. But then amidst it all, there had been a couple rare days of snow and when she’d been at UConn, her teammates had taken full advantage. And just like most of her memories of those years, Paige is front and center of these ones too. The blonde had never been nearly as enamored with the snow as Azzi was, and she definitely wasn’t enamored by it at seven in the morning when the brunette would wake her up squealing that it had in fact snowed and the world around them was white. Despite her grumbling, Paige had still let Azzi bundle the both of them up in winter clothes and drag her outside. And her faux irritated expression hds slowly morphed into one of admiration as she’d flicked the snow off the younger girl’s eyelashes, pulling her closer by her scarf because Azzi I’m so cold, you have to kiss me to keep me warm baby.

“We don’t get snow here,” Stephie says thoughtfully, unaware of the path down memory lane her mother had just taken.

“No, no we don’t,” Azzi says, almost wistfully.

“It would- it would be nice to live somewhere with lots of snow,” Stephie ponders out loud and her mother’s eyes widen as she starts to understand where this is going, “like- like in New York.”

“We could- we could have snowball fight and make snowmen like Mr. Olaf and snow angels and everything else you do in snow,” the little girl’s voice gets increasingly more and more high-pitched in excitement, “it would be so fun Mama.”

“Steph-”

“And Anya said that- that- that- she’d even visit me like she visits her Grammy and Grandpa. She promised Mama, she promised she’d come see me if I lived in New York-”

“Honey no,” Azzi cuts her daughter off heartbrokenly, “we are not going to live in New York.

“But Mama, Miss Buecks-”

“Stephie stop-”

“No Mama listen,” Stephie protests indignantly, “Mama what if- what if Miss Buecks really needs to be in New York. What if it’s impo-tant. And that’s- that’s why she can’t stay here. With us. Not cause she doesn’t want to but cause she can’t. But Mama just because Miss Buecks can’t say doesn’t mean we can’t go Mama.”

“Sweetheart-”

“And you- you just said the Liberty is a good team and you’re such a good player Mama. I think you’d be good on their team too. And I- I really, really like the Valk-ries and I would really miss Aunty J and Aunty Tessie and Aunty Joy but if you- if you and Miss Buecks played for the Liberty- I know I’d like them too. And I’m sure Nana and Pops and Uncle Jon and Uncle Jose and Aunty Tully would come visit us lots and lots and I wouldn’t even miss them lots cause they’d visit so much. I just know it. It could work Mama- I know it could.”

“Stephanie,” Azzi's voice is louder than she’d meant it to be as she pulls onto their street, “sweetheart, we are not moving to New York.”

“But Mama-” the little girl whines.

“No Stephie. That’s just-” Azzi swallows the sob stuck in her throat, “that’s now how the world works.”

“But what if I want it to work that way?” Stephie asks softly with all the innocence of a five-year old as she meets her mother’s eyes in the rearview mirror.

“Oh baby,” Azzi’s so caught up in her daughter’s earnest wishful thinking that she doesn’t even notice there’s another oh-so-familiar car parked in her driveway until she almost crashes into it.

“That’s Miss Buecks car,” Stephie whispers softly, craning her neck to get a better view. Her eyes widen in tandem with her mother’s as they both catch sight of the same thing at the same time.

It’s Paige.

Paige, whose eyes are sunken in and red-rimmed. Paige, whose hair is tossed back into a messy bun -looking like it’s been in that same one for days- with little loose strands falling out of it. Paige, whose entire body is hunched over as she sits on their front porch, holding a grey hoodie close to her chest. Paige, whose hands are fidgeting with themselves because she can never sit still, especially when she’s nervous. Paige, who looks up just as Azzi parks her car -whose staring at the both of them like they’re still her everything. Paige, who despite it all, still looks like the most beautiful woman in the world.

Paige, who’s here.

It’s Stephie who recovers from the shock of seeing Paige first, the click of her seatbelt being unclasped pulling Azzi out of her own trance. The little girl pushes her door open, getting out of her car seat with quickness as she stumbles out of the car.

“Careful sweetheart,” Azzi calls out immediately but Stephie isn't listening, already rushing up the pathway as Paige -her expression hopeful- stands up at the sight of the child running towards.

It isn’t until Stephie hesitates, coming to a halt just a couple of meters away from Paige, that Azzi draws in a deep breath and gets out of the car herself. Unlike her daughter, her steps are much slower, her movement hesitant and guarded. She knows this is it; knows that this is when all that waiting she’s done in the past few weeks will finally be over, that Paige is either here to fulfill a dream or to start a nightmare.

Azzi walks up the pathway until she’s right behind Stephie, one of her hands instinctively reaching out to hold her daughter’s shoulder, conveying two messages. One to Stephie, a promise that no matter what happens now, she’ll still always have Azzi. The other to Paige is an unspoken message from a protective mother, silently begging her that if she is here to break their hearts, to break Stephie’s gently.

“Hi,” Paige’s voice is croaky when she speaks, her eyes flickering nervously between the mother and daughter in front of her.

Azzi clears her throat, willing herself to reply, “hey,” she pauses, continuing only when the older woman keeps her own mouth shut, shuffling her feet nervously, “do you- do you want to come in?”

“Yes,” Paige says, her cheeks reddening at how quickly the word leaves her mouth and that almost makes Azzi smile.

She nods at the older woman, her hand travelling from Stephie’s shoulder to instead hold her hand as they walk up the steps together. Azzi’s shoulder brushes against Paige’s as she moves past the blonde to open her door and electricity courses through her veins. From the way Paige gasps, the brunette is sure she must’ve felt it too. It crackles in the air as Azzi unlocks the door, her brain feeling foggy at the mere feeling of having Paige so close after so long.

The three of them walk quietly towards the living room, Stephie’s hands still clasped in Azzi’s and Paige following closely behind them. The little girl’s grip is tight and despite how young she is, Azzi knows just how perceptive Stephie is. She’s just as aware of this moment as the adults are, realizes it just as much as they do, that they’ve reached a crossroad and the path they take -a path determined by whatever Paige chooses- will shape their future together or apart.

“I um- I- well- the thing is- I-,” Paige breaks the silence first, stuttering over her words before letting out a soft sigh She closes her eyes for a second and when she opens them, there are little droplets of water on the edges of her eyelashes.

“I really missed you guys,” she confesses in a whisper, her voice breaking throughout.

There’s a second of silence as her words linger in the air and Azzi feels Stephie’s hand slip away from her own and the little girl almost stumbles over her own feet as she races towards Paige, the older woman’s arms immediately opening to catch her and as she kneels down to pull Stephie into her her chest. It’s like the blonde’s confession had broken a dam, and the water that came rushing through it, had washed away the last little bit of pretence of nonchalance that Stephie had been holding onto.

For the last few weeks, every time Azzi’s little girl had seen Paige, be it when she accompanied her mother to a practice or when she was on the sidelines at a game, Stephie had ignored the blonde, maintaining the same angry façade as the one she’d had the morning after that night. But Azzi had seen that resolve weaken over time; had seen Stephie’s eyes linger just a little bit longer on Miss Buecks with that familiar look of yearning. And Azzi had known that resolve was almost completely gone, in the car, when Stephie had all but begged her to consider moving to New York if that was the only way they were going to be able to keep Paige in their lives.

She feels her own set of tears prickling in her eyes as she takes in the scene in front of her. Stephie’s face is pressed into Paige’s neck, the blonde has one arm wrapped around the little girl’s waist and the other other gently brushing through her hair. Their grip on each other is tight with barely any space for air between them, tears freely streaming down both of their faces.

“I missed you too Miss Buecks,” Stephie sobs and Azzi notices the way Paige’s hold on her tightens at the familiar nickname, “missed you so much.”

“Me too Stephie-bean,” Paige affirms as she coaxes the little girl’s face out of her neck, cupping it in her hands, “I’m so sorry sweetheart. So, so, sorry. I missed you so, so, so, so much,” she says, punctuating each word with a kiss to Stephie’s face in between.

“Miss Buecks,” Stephie looks down nervously, her fingers playing with the collar of Paige’s t-shirt, “can me and Mama come to New York with you?”

“Stephie!” Azzi exclaims as Paige’s eyes widen.

“Wh-what?” the blonde asks softly as she searches the little girl’s face in confusion.

“I don’t want you to go,” Stephie says quietly, “but if you have to- then can we come with you?”

“Oh sweetheart,” there’s disbelief in Paige’s tone, something almost akin to awe as she tilts Stephie’s chin to make the little girl look back at her.

“My friend Anya says New York’s nice,” Stephie rambles, repeating what she’d been telling her mother in the car, “and-and-and she says there’s lots and lots of snow and I told Mama that I think it will be nice to live in lots and lots of snow. Mama hasn’t said yest,” the little girl briefly looks back at Azzi with a sheepish look on her face before turning back to Paige, “but I know- I know we could cov-ince her because Miss Buecks, Mama’s missed you so, so, so much too.”

“Has she?” Paige asks, her eyes flickering to Azzi who’s trying desperately to keep her face neutral as she keeps her own gaze firmly fixated on a picture of her daughter on top of the mantle.

“She has,” Stephie confirms, before using a finger against the older woman’s cheek to get her to return her attention back to her, “so can we come with you? Please.”

Paige slowly tucks a strand of hair behind the child’s ears as she shakes her head, “no.”

“N-no?” Stephie’s bottom lip trembles at the rejection, “why not? Why can’t we go to New York with you?”

“Because nobody’s going to New York, Stephie-bean,” Paige says firmly and Azzi’s eyes shoot towards the blonde, her lips parting slightly as she processes the meaning behind her words, her heart beginning to race with anticipation.

“Nobody?” Stephie repeats as a question, her little voice filled with hope.

Instead of answering, Paige grabs the grey hoodie she’d brought with her that had fallen to the ground. She gently un-scrunches it, holding out the sleeve of it for Stephie to look at. Azzi cranes her head curiously to get a better look of it, squinting her eyes when she notices something written in washed-out black ink.

“You probably don’t remember this because you were a lot littler when it happened,” there’s a teasing smile of Paige’s face as she uses the incorrect word, “but the first time you ever spoke to me properly, you told me, that your Mama says that one day, you’re gonna be an even better basketball player than she is.”

Stephie beams, “Mama says I’m gonna be the best in the world today.”

Paige chuckles, “I believe it and I believed it then too. That’s why,” she points down at the hoodie, her fingers brushing over the material so delicately, like it’s one of her most treasured possessions, “that’s why I had you sign my hoodie.”

“You asked for my auto-graph?” Stephie’s eyes glint and perhaps she doesn’t quite remember what Paige is talking about exactly, but Azzi can tell that it’s stirred up recollections of something.

“Yeah- yeah I did. And you said, ‘silly Miss Buecks, I’m not famous’ and I said, ‘but if you’re as good at basketball as you say you are, then one day, you will be. Just like me and your Mama.’ And I meant it. You’re gonna be so- so great one day sweetheart. I know you are,” Paige says with conviction as her thumbs lightly caressing Stephie’s cheeks, “and I- I wanna be right here every step of the way, I wanna be right here to watch you grow up and become the great player -the great woman- that you’re destined to be.”

“You mean it?” Stephie asks, her eyes shining with a fresh new set of tears.

Paige nods, delicately wiping her thumbs under the little girl’s lower eyelid, “I do. I wanna be here, with you and- and your Mama,” she raises her head toward Azzi, mustering a watery smile, “I want to stay. Forever. If you’ll have me.”

Azzi lets out a staggered breath she didn’t know she’d been holding as her eyes remain locked with Paige’s. And suddenly, after eight years spent feeling unfulfilled -eight years spent with this constant sense of being incomplete-, hearing Paige finally say she wants to stay forever, feels a little bit like as if that missing part of Azzi has finally returned back to where it rightfully belongs.

A loud squeal echoes throughout the living room as Stephie leaps back into Paige’s arms, a large smile stretching the length of her whole face as she buries her face back into the crevice between the blonde’s shoulder and her neck.

“Yes, yes, yes,” the little girl chirps excitedly, “of course we’ll have you. Of course, of course, of course,” Stephie says in delight before she turns herself slightly in Paige’s grapes, arms still around the other woman’s neck as she looks imploringly at Azzi, “right Mama?”

Azzi doesn’t say anything, pursing her lips as she tears her gaze away from the two people in front of her.

“Mama?” Stephie presses.

“Give me a second Stephie-bean,” Paige whispers to the little girl, bumping her head against her temple.

From the corner of her eyes, Azzi watches as the blonde disentangles herself from Stephie, before slowly getting to her feet and walking towards the younger woman.

“Az-”

“It’s been almost three weeks-”

“It’s been two weeks, six days, five hours and around fourteen minutes,” Paige shrugs, a hint of a smile playing on her face, “give or take a few minutes.

Azzi continues to look away from her, trying to keep her face devoid of emotion, “still took you a really long time to decide you were gonna stay.”

“Well I’m an idiot,” Paige says matter-of-factly and Stephie snickers behind her, “you know me Az. Sometimes these things- they take me a little while to understand.”

“I told you we wouldn’t wait forever,” Azzi says softly.

“I didn’t make you wait forever,” Paige reaches out to gently grab her chin between her thumb and index, turning the brunette’s face towards her, “just needed a little bit of time.”

“You didn’t give me time,” Azzi accuses and the blonde flinches.

“I know. I- I should’ve. Should’ve don’t a lot of things differently when it comes to us but I didn’t and I- I can’t change that but Azzi, I promise, I promise I’ll do everything right this time,” keeping one hand cupped around Azzi’s cheek, Paige uses the other to guide one of the brunette’s hands to rest against her chest, “I swear.”

Azzi swallows, feeling the quick rhythm of Paige’s heartbeat under her fingertips, “how do I know you won’t run away again?”

“Because I trust you,” the blonde whispers, “I trust you to stay and I trust you not to break my heart again. And that- that doesn’t mean that I’m not scared anymore- cause I am. Not a lot but definitely still a little bit. But someone once told me that, trusting is really scary but that maybe- maybe it would be a lot less scary, if we did together.”

“They sound like a really smart person,” Azzi bites her lip, “you should probably listen to them more often.”

Paige chuckles, “well if uh- if they give me the chance, I think I’d listen to them for the rest of my life.”

Azzi shudders and she doesn’t know if it’s from the earnestness of the words spoken or the strength of the emotions in the blonde’s gaze that’s still completely transfixed on her.

“What about New York?” she asks finally.

“I called the whole thing off,” Paige states nonchalantly,“I had Talia call Jonathan Kolb last night and I explained everything to Ohemaa this morning. Everyone’s on the same page. There is no deal anymore.”

“You-” Azzi gapes at the girl in front of her, “you- you already called the whole thing off?”

“I did,” Paige confirms, not a hint of regret in her voice, “I don’t need an escape plan.”

“You called it off before even talking to me?” Azzi asks, knitting her eyebrows together, “you didn’t even know how this was gonna go.”

“I already told you. I trust you,” Paige says simply, “I believe in us Az and I really hope you still believe in us too.”

The words are barely out of Paige’s mouth before Azzi’s crashing into her, the weight of her body sending the blonde staggering back a few steps before her hands steadily secure themselves around the younger woman’s waist. A slightly surprised gasp escapes Paige until the sound of it is stolen by Azzi pressing her lips against the older woman’s. Despite her initial surprise, Paige kisses Azzi back with equal fervor, both of them pouring the myriad of suppressed emotions between them the last few weeks into it. And it feels like a cliché, like coming home.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Paige breaks away first, eyes widening as she slowly turns around to look at Stephie who’s practically vibrating with happiness as she watches the two of them, “Stephie-”

“She already knows,” Azzi says with a slight grin, shaking her head fondly at just how joyful her little girl looks.

“You told her?” Paige looks between the mother and daughter.

Stephie smirks triumphantly, “I figured it out myself Miss Buecks.”

“Of course you did smarty pants,” Paige smiles at the little girl but Azzi knows her well enough -is still so in tune with every little bit of Paige despite the time apart- to see the small hint of disappointment behind it.

“I would’ve told her myself if she hadn’t,” Azzi says quietly and Paige turns back around to face her.

“What?”

“I love you,” Azzi says and she swears no three words have ever sounded as right on her lips, as those three do, “I love you,” she repeats again and she can feel Paige’s hands shaking as they instinctively tighten their grip on her waist, “I love you so much Paige Madison Bueckers and I want everybody to know it. Stephie, our families, our friends, our teammates, the whole world. I love you and I never wanna hide that. I want everybody to know that you’re mine and I’m yours. Forever.”

A strangled sob escapes Paige’s mouth as she presses her forehead against Azzi’s, “I love you too. I love you, so, so, so much. I’ve loved you since the beginning and I’m gonna love you till the very end. Forever.”

Their lips meet in a searing kiss and it’s unclear if they’re both crying more or giggling more, as they hold each other as tightly as possible. And this isn’t their first kiss, far from it- far closer to being their millionth or so- but still it feels like a fresh new start, a brand new love story but with that same old special, all-consuming, forevermore love that has always connected them to each other. The one that had never gone away, no matter how long they’d been apart.

“Ahem, ahem,” an exaggerated cough breaks them apart and the two of them turn their heads at the same time to see Stephie looking dramatically at them, her hands on her hips.

“So, Mama loves Miss Buecks and Miss Buecks loves Mama. What about Stephie?” she pouts, exaggeratedly stomping her foot.

Paige and Azzi both laugh, removing themselves from each other just enough to crouch down and open their arms out for Stephie, beckoning for her to join their embrace. The little girl’s attempt at a sour expression is immediately replaced by a cheerful grin as she runs into their arms, tiny hands somehow managing to wrap around both of their necks.

“You know we love you the most Stephie,” Paige whispers into the little girl’s hair, who lets out a content sigh as she burrows herself further into the two women’s arms.

Azzi hums in agreement, closing her eyes as she leans her head against her daughter’s, feeling Paige’s fingers intertwine with her behind Stephie’s back. And then it’s quiet for a while, nothing but the sound of the three of them breathing and their hearts beating together in sync. Azzi feels at peace, her mind completely calm, no longer overthinking anything.

Because now she finally has everything.

Paige, Stephie, and the promise of a world the three of them can build together, it’s everything.

#pazzi #paige bueckers #azzi fudd #wcbb

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universalincubal · 1 day ago

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Yeah we just need to learn to be accepting of things we don't initially know about and understand. It encourages growth.

Wasting so much communal time and energy on trying to "normalize" and "integrate" something into society in an "acceptable" viewpoint would be very reductive and an insult to our resourcefulness and plasticity as humans.

Being mature is very scary and learning new things is uncomfortable. But this doesn't kill us, and you become better and healthier for it. It is something that is good for us as people.

I swear we can do better. Even if it's just individually. We need community and ostracizing each other will never be productive.

"can we normalize-" NO!!!!!! we do not need to expand whats considered normal!!! we need to teach people to stop reacting judgmentally when encountering something new and weird!!!! things dont need to be normal to be respected!!!!!!!!!!

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icyblueroses · 1 day ago

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IF BBNO$ ACTUALLY GOT HIT WITH A YAOI NDA IM GONNA EXPLODE

#bbno$#jayvik #either its just a normal collab with nda and hes gone hush on jayvik just to fuck with us a bit #or this guy is actually under the yaoi nda #i swear to god if he actually pulled something off ill never shut the fuck up about it akdjfhasdjklhf #either way this has been the most fun ive had in fandom in a long time

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redrose10 · 3 days ago

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Here is the second and final chapter. Thank you for all the feedback. I hope everyone likes it!

Idol Husband Yoongi x Female Spouse Reader

Warnings: Swearing, angst, body insecurity, hints of cheating, jealousy, anxiety, panic attacks, slightly smutty but nothing crazy

Part 1

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A few days had passed since Yoongi left your home. You needed some space to process everything that had happened and he was willing to give that to you. Luckily, Hana was used to him being gone for periods of time so she didn’t question it too much and went about her days normally.

Yoongi seemed to be handling everything just fine too which only upset you more because you couldn’t understand how he wasn’t a mess. If it wasn’t for Hana needing you then you wouldn’t have gotten out of bed.

If he truly cared about you he would’ve been begging for your forgiveness. It had you questioning a lot of things. Why did he give up so easily? Why hadn’t he tried harder to explain himself? Why did he still have to text you every day to remind you to take your vitamins and drink enough water? Why did he still have to have your favorite breakfast delivered to you every morning knowing you’d be too tired to cook for yourself? Why did he have to remind you about your doctors appointment today when even you forgot about it? You hated that he was still so thoughtful and involved even when he wasn’t there because it made it harder to hate him.

Before your appointment you dropped Hana off at your parents place. She was spending the night there because you wanted her to do something exciting plus you just needed a night to yourself. Your appointment went great. The baby was healthy and you were too so you decided to reward yourself with one of your biggest cravings and a night of relaxing on the couch trying not to think about anything that had happened in the last week.

You had just gotten home with your large pizza covered in pineapple, pickles, and onions with extra anchovies on the side when there was a knock at the door. You sighed before putting the pizza down and slowly getting up to see who was interrupting your peaceful evening.

“Jimin?”, you questioned seeing the smiling man standing in front of you holding up a tub of ice cream. “Hheeeyyyy Y/N. How’s it goin?”, he sang as you stared at him before turning to walk away. “Yoongi’s not here.”, you said knowing that he was just going to follow you anyways.

“Yeah I know.”, he sarcastically said before placing the ice cream into the freezer, “He’s currently moping around on my couch driving me crazy.”

“Sounds like a you and him problem.”, you said taking a bite of your pizza while ignoring the dramatically disgusted face Jimin was making at the sight of it. It tasted like heaven to you thanks to your pregnancy hormones and that’s all that mattered.

Even though you acted indifferent to his news there was a big part of you that felt relief knowing he had been at Jimin’s and not hers.

“Please come get your husband.”, he whined before dropping down into the chair next to you, “Look I love him like a brother, but he’s sooooo annoying when he’s like this. He won’t tell me what happened, but he just keeps sitting there and pouting and if he’s not pouting then he’s crying AND I’m going to have to put a lock on my freezer. He ate my favorite ice cream Y/N. My absolute favorite. I was so excited to come home after a hard day of practice and eat some of my special ice cream but nooooo it was all gone and he didn’t even bother trying to hide the evidence.”

You continued chewing as you mulled over his words. “I didn’t know he was like that.”, you mumbled before taking another bite.

“Yeah tell me about it. He doesn’t even like caramel or white chocolate.”, Jimin scoffed.

“Has he really been crying?”, you questioned. You had known Yoongi a long time and you had only ever seen him cry once, on the day Hana was born and they were tears of joy. He certainly never cried over your relationship before, at least to your knowledge. That was not like him. He always wanted to come off as strong to you, even when he was struggling.

Jimin nodded, “Yeah he is a total wreck. He keeps mumbling something about being stupid and a divorce and then he starts crying again.”

“Divorce…?”, you whispered.

“Hey uh I hate to pry and I know it’s not really my place, but what happened between you two? I’ve never seen him like this so it must’ve been pretty bad.”, he hesitantly asked.

“He cheated on me.”, you answered deciding to just rip the bandage off.

Jimin laughed which made you quickly throw a glare in his direction so he stiffened up and cleared his throat. “No he didn’t.”, he simply said shaking his head, “Yoongi is a lot of things, but cheater is not one of them and he definitely would not have cheated on you.”

“Yeah well tell that to the woman who pulled his tie out of her purse because apparently he left it at her place.”

Jimin’s eyes widened in shock, “WWWHHHAAATT?”

You nodded, “Yep, we were at Hana’s talent show and this woman came up to us and handed him his tie from her purse. You know that cherry tie I gave him for our anniversary? She said he left it at her house. What other reason would there be for him to remove his tie other than sleeping with her?”

“I don’t know. Maybe they were eating and he didn’t want to get it dirty? He loves that tie.”, he shrugged.

“Okay then why was he eating at her house to begin with?”, you rolled your eyes, “And he just left. He didn’t even try that hard to explain himself. Maybe he didn’t want the truth to come out.”

“Y/N you know how he is…He’s all about letting things cool down. He probably just didn’t want you getting even more upset and then things would be made worse. He did mention something about the baby and stress and how it’s bad. I don’t know. He’s the one who reads like every baby book ever published.”

Nodding along you started to agree, “I guess...”

Jimin turned to look at you with a raised eyebrow. He tried to speak, but you cut him off, “I don’t blame him to be honest. I mean look at me Jimin. I look like I swallowed a beach ball. I have stretch marks and my boobs are saggy and uneven and that all happened before I even got pregnant for the second time. That woman…she was perfect. She definitely didn’t spend her Friday nights sitting on the couch eating a whole pizza by herself. Why wouldn’t he choose to be with her over me? I bet he doesn’t even find me attractive any more. He probably hasn’t since Hana was born so this was a long time coming anyways.”

You could feel the familiar burning sensation in your waterline and you began to sniffle. Jimin reached over and took your hands into his. Lightly he gave you a squeeze to remind you that he was there for you. “Y/N, deep down you know none of the that is true. Yoongi loves you. He loves you more than anything in this world. He loves every part of you. Trust me. Yoongi loves to brag about you…sometimes a little too much. I still can’t look at a can of whipped cream without feeling weird. And DO NOT even get me started on that cherry neck choker thing he likes you to wear.”

You laughed a little thankful that he was there to help you work through all of this.

“Hey do you remember what that woman’s name was?”, he asked suddenly like he had just thought of something.

You shook your head, “I don’t know. Sarah or Aera or something like that. I kind of blacked out a little.”

Jimin softly chuckled to himself before breaking out into a big smile, “You need to talk to Yoongi. Let him explain and then the two of you need to discuss all of this. Tell him how you’re feeling. It’s not good to bottle this up…for either of you.”

You nodded and whispered a small okay before Jimin grumbled something about going home to save the rest of his ice cream and quickly scurried out of the apartment leaving you to process everything alone.

You were nervous. Hana was spending the second night in a row with your parents and you weren’t sure which one of them was more excited about the extended stay, but you were happy it worked out. Because currently you were pacing around the kitchen waiting for Yoongi to come home. When Jimin came over yesterday he had made it seem like there was a perfectly good explanation for everything that had happened so you texted Yoongi at 3am asking if he wanted to come home for dinner and talk. He responded immediately with a yes and a light scolding for being up so late, but it wasn’t that easy for you to get to sleep.

There was a beep at the door before it opened and shut quickly. Yoongi’s socked feet padded into the kitchen shortly after. The familiar smell of your favorite noodle spot quickly filled the air. He held up the bag with a shy smile and the two of you ate in awkward silence. And when you were done and cleaned up and you couldn’t stall any longer you moved over to the couch to get comfortable. Yoongi took a seat next to you, but still made sure to leave some space unsure of how you would react to him and it killed you that things had gotten so uncomfortable between you both.

“How have you been Y/N?”, he asked.

“Good. You?”

“Alright I guess. I’ve been better.”

You nodded unsure of what else to say.

“I miss you Y/N. I miss you and Hana.”, he said after a while, “I want to come home.”

“Yoongi…are…are you…are you cheating on me?”, you finally questioned wanting to just get it over with. Your bluntness shocked you and him both, but at this point you were tired and you figured what else could it hurt.

You watched his body tense at the question which brought instant tears to your eyes knowing the truth.

Frantically he began wiping away those tears. You wanted to shove him away and tell him not to touch you, but you couldn’t. Having him so close to you. Smelling his cologne that usually signified safety and comfort. Feeling his skin on yours after so long was too much to bare and you needed it.

“Y/N I didn’t cheat on you. I swear on everything I have.”, he whispered trying to keep you calm.

“Then who is she Yoongi? Why did she have your tie and why were you at her place to begin with? Why are you so close with her son?”

He took a deep breath and ran a shaky hand through his hair, “Her name is Aera Kim. She is the new Director of International Relations for the company. She helps coordinate things for us outside of Korea like tours, promotions, merchandising, things like that.”

All you heard was not only is she beautiful, but she’s also really successful and powerful too which didn’t help. Yoongi could see the drop in your demeanor so he turned to look at you so you could see how serious he was.

He continued, “We were at her place a few weeks ago. All of us. All of the guys, our managers, and a few others on the team. We were discussing the upcoming album release and world tour. Things were fine and then she said that they decided to add more tour dates. Five more in the US, three more in Europe, and they want to add a whole leg of the tour in South America plus all of the promotions and interviews that come with that. AND they want Namjoon, Hobi, and I to release an EP for a rap thing.”, he took a deep breath trying to collect his thoughts, “That’s going to add on an extra six months to the tour which was already going to take almost nine months to begin with. Then if we do release this EP there will be EVEN MORE work on top of all of that. Y/N I’ll be gone for well over a year and who knows how much longer. There might be a little break here and there, but not a lot. I’m going to miss so much. I won’t be here for you or Hana or the baby. I’ll miss the baby learning to crawl, maybe even their first steps and first words. Hana already tells everyone how I’m always gone on “bwusiness” and this will only make that worse. It kills me every time I hear her say something like that. I was already struggling with going on this tour to begin with and now it has me questioning everything. I…I just…I don’t know if I can do this any more Y/N. I’ve been thinking about leaving the group. I can just write lyrics or maybe just produce. At least I get to be here more often if I I do that.”

You felt bad for him. You knew it was tough on him at times, but you didn’t know it was to this extreme.

“The more I sat there and thought about it the more I began to panic. If I back out of the group then I’m letting down the guys and the label and of course the fans. If I go on the tour then I’m letting down my family. I got so worked up during the meeting that I had a full blown panic attack. I walked out onto the balcony to get some air, but I still felt like I couldn’t breathe so I took my tie and jacket off because I felt like I was suffocating. Namjoon came out to try and calm me down and after a while they called a car to bring me home. I swear I thought I put the tie in my pocket when I grabbed my jacket so when I couldn’t find it I assumed that I dropped it somewhere or left it in the car, but I guess I left it at her place. I…Y/N I didn’t sleep with her. I promise. I barely speak to her. Her son is a huge fan of mine and he’s friends with Hana at school. Sometimes I let him hang out in my studio so I see her for like thirty seconds while she drops him off and picks him up, but that’s like the most I interact with her outside of business situations.”

Either from relief at getting this off his chest or reliving the stress again or maybe a little of both his shoulders started to shake and he buried his face into his hands. He cries shattering your heart. Your cheeks were fully soaked with your own tears now so with nothing to loose you leaned in and nuzzled your face against him pulling him as close to you as possible, “I’m sorry Yoongi. I’m so sorry. I should’ve let you explain from the start. I’m sorry I didn’t trust you. I’m sorry you feel like this. You’re not letting anyone down no matter what you do. Please don’t think like that.”

“I never should’ve given you a reason to think that I was cheating on you to begin with.”, he shook his head, “I hate that I let it get to that point. I’ve just been feeling like everything was closing in on me and I didn’t know what to do other than ignore it and hope it all gets better, but it just kept getting worse.”

“No it’s not your fault. I’ve just been so insecure and things have just been kind of weird between us and I really thought you weren’t attracted to me any more and then I saw her and how perfect she is and I panicked because I thought you had moved on to someone better.”, you said through your own tears.

Yoongi surprised you when he moved to get down on the floor to kneel in-front of you. He gently supported himself on your thighs. The warmth and pressure of his hands sent a tingling sensation through your body.

“Y/N, I…fuck I’m sorry I made you feel like that. I’ve just been so stressed and tired and then any time I did want to initiate something I felt like you weren’t into it and I didn’t want to push you or make you feel like I expected something. And you know I’m not the best at speaking my feelings so without being able to show you how I felt I didn’t know how to proceed. But you have no idea how much love I feel for you. And how attracted I am to you. Every little thing about you drives me crazy in the best way possible. I can’t get enough of you and I’m so incredibly sorry that I ever made you think any less.”

Your heart swelled as you grabbed onto the collar of his shirt pulling him up onto the couch with your lips searching for his. He laughed trying to catch himself from falling over before reciprocating the action. He straddled you enough to make sure he wasn’t putting too much weight on you as your fingers furiously undid the buttons of his shirt having it removed within seconds. It didn’t take much longer for your shirt to also end up in the same pile on the floor next to you with your bra following right after.

Even though you were burning up Yoongi’s touches left goosebumps on your skin as his fingers trailed down your side to the band of your shorts. He hooked two fingers inside. He teased you just enough to get a desperate whine out out you begging for more. You could feel him smirk against your lips because he got just the reaction he was looking for. He rocked his hips against you searching for any kind of friction and also making sure you could feel how badly he wanted you. Your brain turned into mush with thoughts of him after that.

You pulled away just long enough to catch your breath, “Bedroom?”

“Fuck yes, please.”, he said already picking you up in his arms and carrying you down the hallway while you giggled loudly in response.

Yoongi dropped down onto the bed next to you. “Are you hurt? Was it too much? I wasn’t too rough was I?”, he questioned trying to steady his breathing while pulling you flush against his body and looking you over at the same time. “No”, you shook your head, “You were perfect. I think I…I think we needed that.”

“Yeah.”, he laughed, “It’s been a while huh? Let’s not do that again.“

“Yeah I uh I guess I was afraid to let you see me like this, but it still hurt that lately you never seemed to really even try which only made me feel worse. And everyone’s always talking about how handsome you are and I just felt like I wasn’t good enough. And then I was worried that you found someone el-“

He silenced you with a kiss, “Y/N there will never be anyone else. Not in this lifetime or the next. You’re it for me.”

You smiled and relaxed into his warmth while he soothingly ran a hand over your belly as your baby happily kicked away excited to come into the world soon.

Between the relief you finally felt and his steady heartbeat lulling you it was only minutes before you had nearly fallen asleep in his arms. But then you startled awake remembering a special treat that was waiting for you in the freezer. You and the baby definitely wanted a late night snack and you were thankful it was there.

“Where are you going in such a hurry?”, Yoongi chuckled watching you closely.

“To get cleaned up.”, you grunted as you scooted off of the bed, “Jimin dropped off some ice cream yesterday and I was saving it.”

“Really?”, he asked following you into the shower, “I could go for some ice cream right about now. What flavor?”

You relaxed letting the warm water run over your sore body as you looked up at him with a cheeky smile, “Cherry.”

#bts #yoongi x reader #yoongi fanfic #min yoongi #bts x reader #bts fanfic #yoongi fic #yoongi x y/n #yoongi angst #bts yoongi #yoongi fluff #yoongi

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marvelrivalsimagines · 2 days ago

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Relationship Headcannons

Characters: Iron Fist, Luna Snow, Squirrel Girl

Prompt: One requester asked for Iron Fist and Squirrel Girl general relationship HCs and another asked for Luna Snow relationship HCs, so I put all three character headcannons into one post :)

Author’s note: When it comes to relationships HCs there’s so many things you can talk about! I know I didn’t cover every aspect of these relationships in the HCs but I also didn’t want this to get annoyingly long lol. I hope everyone enjoys this, especially the requesters!

Warnings: Brief mentions of chronic pain in Iron Fist’s section

While Lin has an outwardly laid-back attitude it would be a mistake to assume that this means he takes everything in his life casually. When Lin commits to something he dedicates his entire body and spirit to it and this includes your relationship. Any challenges your relationship might face, whether it’s an argument between the two of you or the time stream entanglement itself, Lin is ready to do whatever it takes to keep you in his life.

Aside from his dedication to fighting for your relationship Lin is also dedicated to fighting for you. While there’s a lot to adjust to in his new role as the Iron Fist helping people and standing up for others is something Lin has always believed in. With him around you have the most supportive cheerleader who’s there for you in moments where you may be struggling. Whether you need someone to just listen to you vent for a moment or you’d like him to step into a situation to help you out Lin is more than willing to help. Real “they said no pickles on their burger” energy.

When it comes to PDA Lin is comfortable with almost anything. While other people might shy away from PDA due to embarrassment, Lin is just too caught up with you to ever turn down a kiss or a hug in public. While he might get a bit red in the face if you really go over the top with your affections, Lin appreciates every moment of your attention that he gets.

Lin’s main love language is physical touch. As mentioned before, Lin has no problem with PDA so when the two of you are alone you both can really indulge in each other's touch. It’s just something that comes so naturally to him; placing a hand around your waist as you both stand in the kitchen or wrapping the both of you up in the same blanket before starting up a movie.

Lin was living a normal life before becoming the Sword Master and then Iron Fist. While he is up to these new challenges life has suddenly thrown at him, it can sometimes be a lot to take in and can cause Lin to be overwhelmed or stuck in his own head for a bit. So aside from the affection he gets from your physical touch, it can also be extremely grounding for him to be hugged or held by you. It pulls him out of his worries and back into the present with you.

Lin also deals with chronic pain from the fragments of his sword that are embedded in his hands. He’s come up with his own routines to try to alleviate that pain, and methods of coping with the pain when it is particularly bad. It may take some time for Lin to feel comfortable with being vulnerable enough to show you just how much this affects him. But, if you offer to help him whenever you notice he’s experiencing more pain than usual, and especially if you take the time to learn how he manages his pain and help him in those routines, Lin swears he’s never felt more seen or loved.

While it’s impossible to completely alleviate his pain, for Lin it’s more about knowing that someone truly cares for him, and that while he puts his body on the line to save others you’re thinking about how to help him. The fact that you’re willing to put aside this time in your day and put all of your focus into this moment just to try to temporarily help with some of his pain makes his love for you grow even stronger.

When it comes to date night and spending time together Lin has a preference for more relaxed activities and places. As the protector of K’un-Lun he spends his day, figuratively and literally, running around the city and fighting crime. For as much energy as Lin has, even he comes home tired most days after his duties as Iron Fist are finished. And there’s nothing better for sore muscles than cuddling with you on the couch and putting on some cheesy comfort movie.

After an especially rough or tiresome day Lin would, figuratively, cry tears of happiness if he came home to a home cooked meal made by you. It doesn’t have to be anything complex or worthy of a michelin star, just knowing that you were thinking of him like this while he was gone touches his heart. As a hero spends his days protecting others, it means a lot to be cared for in return.

In terms of a date night out, I can see Lin being the kind of person who’s more adventurous with his food tastes. He’d enjoy going to a restaurant with you that’s advertising some new food that’s either really spicy, is a type of food you don’t get often where you live, or has some unusual ingredients. He’s going to be joking around the entire time hyping up his excitement to try this new food. And when it finally gets to the table he’s going to play up his reaction to try and make you laugh.

Lowkey I also think that Lin is the kind of person who eats his food really fast. Like you go out to dinner with him and while you’re just three bites into your food he’s already done. Then he’s looking at your side of fries like “Are you gonna finish that? 😳”

Having his significant other also be a hero would be fun and exciting, but it also might cause some worries for Lin. Lin would really enjoy training with you, learning about your skills and powers, and potentially thinking of ways he can learn from you by incorporating some of your tips into his own fighting style. He would also really enjoy being able to open up to you about some of the struggles of being a hero, like the pressure you put on yourself or how to cope when things don’t always go right. He’d really appreciate that his partner can truly understand these struggles. I can also definitely see Lin starting a relationship with someone he first met as a hero, probably a hero he’s looked up to simped for for some time.

But at the same time, Lin has some insecurities about his title as the Iron Fist. Lin knows he’s earned this title and that he's just as much of an Iron Fist as those who have come before him, but there are still so many heroes who question him and compare him to Danny Rand (cough cough that Moon Knight voice line). This causes some worries to creep in; did you ever interact with Danny as a hero? Do you ever think about how Lin compares to the previous Iron Fists?

If you’re fighting alongside each other in a fight, Lin is of course concerned for you but trusts you to be careful. His fighting style is highly mobile so he takes a ‘best defense is a good offense’ approach with the goal of taking out enemies before they become a problem for you. And even with that, he would still do his best to check in on you during the fight to make sure you’re doing okay.

As much as Lin hates to see you hurt in any way, it’s comforting for him to get to patch up any cuts or bruises post fight. He cringes at the sight of your injuries, but the physical contact really assures him that you’re still alive and well.

Dating Luna Snow, or as you get to know her, Seol Hee, is surprisingly chill. No pun intended While it might be easy to think that the life of a K-Pop superstar would be all mansions and fast cars, it’s important to Hee that she never loses touch with the people around her. After all, the entire reason she wants to be both an artist and a hero is to help people. So when she comes back home to you from a sold out show, all she really wants to do at the end of the day is enjoy some time as a ‘normal person’.

That’s not to say that there aren't certain benefits to dating a world famous super star, if you want to embrace that. As much as Hee enjoys the stage and the limelight she’s also experienced some of its drawbacks such as drama obsessed reporters and the ruthlessness of public opinion online. Going public about your relationship together would potentially pull you into all of that and Hee would never force you into that kind of life if it wasn’t something you were ready for.

Whether you choose to embrace the attention or would like to keep the relationship private, Hee supports the decision and respects you no matter what. Either way, you’re getting a love song written about you. The only difference is if the rest of the world knows that the famous Luna Snow only has you in mind as she sings the lyrics.

Levels of PDA would also depend on if your relationship is public, since kissing the pop star out in public would expose your relationship pretty quickly if you’re trying to keep things private. But even if your relationship is known to the public, Hee is pretty reserved when it comes to PDA. She’s comfortable with hand holding or a quick kiss to the cheek, but anything beyond that she’d like to keep in private.

It’s not that she doesn’t enjoy your touch, she just enjoys keeping the physical intimacy between the two of you completely private. She would rather enjoy your touch at home where neither of you have to worry about how others may be watching or perceiving you and you can both be carefree about your love.

Hee’s main love language is quality time. As both an international superstar and a super hero her schedule is filled to the brim. She rarely gets time to herself and sometimes when she does get a break from her pop stardom, she can be suddenly called into action as a superhero for an emergency. Hee has really learned the value of time, and her free time is especially precious to her. So it’s really a testament to how much she loves you when she chooses to spend that free time with you!

For as long as Hee has to wait to see you sometimes, she’s surprisingly open to do anything with you. For her, as long as she gets to be by your side it is definitely time well spent. Even if you just want to relax at home and do separate things, Hee is happy as long as she gets to enjoy your presence next to her.

Again, with her down to earth nature, even the small, mundane things are special to Hee. Washing the dishes becomes a cherished memory as the two of you work together, teasing each other as Hee playfully splashes water on you or carefully places some of the bubbly soap suds on the tip of your nose. It’s your turn to tease Hee as the radio you turned on for some background noise starts to play one of her own hits, and you’re treated to a silly and lighthearted lip sync performance by the artist herself.

Aside from the domestic nights at home, Hee does really enjoy the date nights the two of you plan where you both leave the home. She has a preference for beautiful, intimate date spots like dinner in a private booth at a restaurant or an evening of clothing shopping at local boutiques.

Restaurants are one of the few places where Hee will flaunt her wealth a bit. What good is all the pop star money if she can’t use it to spoil you a bit? She ensures that both of you get to enjoy a private and gorgeous setting so you can simply focus on eachother, and maybe the picturesque skyline in front of you. She also might not say it out loud but Hee loves taking any excuse to see you dressed up in tailored formal wear.

Speaking of, if the two of you go on a shopping date Hee absolutely loves taking you into the dressing room and making you try on endless outfits she’s picked out for you as you both have been walking through the store. As a pop star her sense of fashion is fine tuned to perfection, no matter what your personal style may be. Even if you have sensory issues with clothing, she tracks down the perfect piece that both accommodates your needs and compliments your figure.

During the course of all of these dates Hee takes so many pictures of you so she can keep reminders of you while you may be away from each other. Her favorite photos of you are the candid ones where you look the most like yourself, though she also likes to occasionally ask others to take posed photos of the two of you together. She especially likes to do a lot of these ‘photo shoots’ right before she knows she’ll be especially far away, like if she is going to perform a concert in another country or if she knows her super hero duties will keep her away for an extended time.

If you are also a superhero Hee is determined to make everyone realize what a power couple you two are. Hee works as both a pop star and a superhero because she wants to instill hope in people, so that people have something to keep them going in dark times. She would love to work alongside her partner to show the world that with both the strength of your powers and the strength of your relationship the two of you can conquer any threat and protect the hope that keeps humanity going.

Hee would especially get a kick out of your superhero dynamic if you are the masked, quiet, and mysterious type of hero. Despite knowing the real you and that you’re much more complex than those three adjectives, the slightly mischievous side of Hee can’t help but play up the dynamic of the bubbly pop star and the brooding hero that others have placed you two into. The fans just love it!

If the two of you are fighting side by side, Hee is of course worried for your safety but she also has a lot of confidence in both of your skills. I mean, this is the woman who sassed Namor to his face while they were both standing right next to the ocean. She’s very confident in her own skills, and she knows that you’re great at your job as well.

You’ve most likely fought side by side multiple times together, so it’s natural for the two of you to try and stick together during the fight. But if the two of you get separated for whatever reason, Hee makes sure to keep her eye on you in case you need any sort of help or healing. In a situation where multiple people on her team need healing, you’ll always get it first and she doesn’t really hide her bias.

Doreen approaches your relationship like she does with everything in her life - with lots of excitement and optimism. With her there’s never going to be a time where you’ll doubt if this relationship is something Doreen truly wants. Even when she comes home from a long day of beating up super villains she still finds the energy to dedicate to you and your relationship.

The relationship also tends to center around enjoying the now. Doreen is always in the moment, finding interest and excitement in what’s happening around her that day. With her optimistic outlook she doesn’t spend much time thinking about what might happen in the future. While it’s great to be with someone who reminds you to enjoy every day it also might be up to you to bring up important long-term topics, like if you two want to move in together. She’s not avoiding commitment or trying to duck out of tough conversations, she just finds it hard to worry about what you guys might be doing tomorrow when she has you in her arms right now!

Doreen is perfectly comfortable with PDA and if you’re comfortable with physical contact in public then Doreen will be initiating it a lot. She wouldn’t do anything crazy like make out with you in public though. Doreen enjoys the sweet honeymoon phase types of physical contact with you out in public, like resting her head on your shoulder or placing an arm around you while talking to other people. She especially loves to hold your hand out in public; on the crowded streets of New York City she’s gotta make sure you’re always right by her (and tippy’s) side!

Doreen would also be the kind of person who enjoys giving you a quick, chaste kiss on the cheek or lips if you’re both enjoying some down time in public, like if you’re at a restaurant or just standing and waiting at a crosswalk together. But if you give her a kiss in public, you’ll get to see a flustered and blushing Doreen. No matter how long you two have been together, a quick, unexpected kiss in public has the power to completely derail her train of thought which is quite a feat.

Doreen’s main way of showing love would be through her words. She loves to talk and that translates to a near infinite amount of compliments. Doreen’s compliments may not be poetry, but you can always tell that her words are genuine and come straight from her heart. Her lack of a filter can be a problem sometimes but when it comes to her sweet words for you it’s cute.

Aside from getting lots of compliments you’ll also get every thought that comes to her brain. You’ll be doing some activity that doesn’t require 100% of your attention, like cleaning your room or cooking some dinner for the two of you, and Doreen will spend the entire time talking to you about the most random things. From what she spent her day doing, any hero activities she got up to, and the drama amongst the local wild squirrels; you’ll suddenly be an expert in it all with how much detail Doreen goes into while she’s talking to you.

And Doreen isn’t 100% aware that she does this. She’s not purposefully trying to distract you from what you’re doing or talk over you. If you have anything to add onto her stories she’ll be more than happy to hear your comments and jokes. In fact, knowing that you’re paying attention to what she’s saying and showing that you care about her thoughts just makes her fall even more in love with you

But back to why she talks so much. It’s just that Doreen loves you so much and she feels so comfortable around you that she can finally let all those hyperactive thoughts stored up in her brain out! She loves you, feels comfortable with you, and has a lot of thoughts about a lot of things so of course she’s just gotta let it all out around you.

Doreen admittedly might struggle a bit if you sometimes need some silence, like if you’re overstimulated from the day or have a migraine. But she’s genuinely trying her best and is sincerely sorry if she’s too loud. As long as you communicate to her that you need some quiet Doreen will try to keep herself busy by either helping you out with whatever might be causing your need for silence or just doing her own thing until you’re ready to hear about what totally weird thing Tippy found in Central Park

Because of Doreen’s seemingly endless energy she has a preference for dates where you two get to actively do something together, like maybe a trivia night at a restaurant/bar where she gets to show off her smarts or a quirky local business like an axe throwing place.

There are lots of weird, interesting spots in New York and as a superhero who keeps her eyes peeled at all times Doreen knows about a lot of these places. So when it comes to date night Doreen is always full of suggestions. It’s honestly kind of impressive how she can almost always come up with some new place or activity that you two haven't done together yet.

Out of all the places you two frequent together Doreen’s favorite recurring date spot is Central Park. There’s nothing Doreen loves more than to pack a homemade lunch with you and walk over to the massive and beautiful park to enjoy each other’s company and some nice weather. Some warm sunshine, squirrels chasing each other through the trees, and the comforting feeling of you resting up against her. What more could she ask for?

That’s not to say that Doreen wouldn’t enjoy a quiet night in as well though. Squirrels get tired too, and sometimes a movie on the couch with some takeout is just what you need after a long day of beating up bad guys.

If you’re a hero like Doreen she sees this as an opportunity to spend even more time together. She would love to go out on patrol together with you and it would honestly be a lot like hanging out with Doreen regularly. Her cheerful attitude really helps keep things light when you're fighting the insane villains of New York.

If you’re in a major fight side by side, Doreen won’t baby you or try to tell you what to do but she’ll be trying her best to stick by your side. Just in case something starts to go wrong she wants to be by your side to make sure the two of you make it out okay. Doreen wouldn’t be able to forgive herself if something happens to you while she could have intervened.

Reassuring Doreen that you won’t be reckless and that you’ll always be looking out for each other will make her feel a lot better. While neither of you can guarantee the outcome, she just wants to know that no matter what happens during the fight you promise to come back home with her and Tippy.

#lime writes #marvel rivals #x reader #iron fist x reader #lin lie x reader #luna snow x reader #seol hee x reader #squirrel girl x reader #doreen green x reader #marvel rivals x reader

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oh-no-its-bird · 3 days ago

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You are making me EMOTIONAL thinking about baby kakashi losing his teeth and not having his dad around to ask about things now, not even specifically for fang reasons either 😭😭

I think I was late and lost my first took when I was almost seven and idk exactly when Sakumo died officially but. Idk. Something something the tragedy of potentially not even having a parent around to explain what is going on when you lose a tooth for the first time

I'm so glad u sent this actually bc I was thinking ab wanting to write a post ab this premise but wasn't sure how to phrase or start it

Kid Kakashi struggling through starting to lose his baby teeth after his father dies <33

Google tells me that children start losing their baby teeth around 6, and the general age I've seen for Kakashi when Sakumo kills himself is usually around that same number, so, it works out!!

You bring up such a good and fun point actually in just. Does Kakashi know what's happening to him? Has anyone explained to him that your teeth just naturally fall out when you're little?

One day, Kakashi goes to class and sees Obito, who's a few years older than him, bragging about how he "just lost my tooth the other day"

And Kakashi quietly goes to himself, "wow this guy is so bad at fighting, he got his tooth knocked out and he's happy about it. What a weirdo."

Obito is IGNORING the judgmental stares coming from Kakashi's direction, assuming Kakashi is just jealous of his super cool milestone of growing up

Thinking maybe Obito even comes over to try to brag about it, but Kakashi just goes "??? Why are you bragging about losing your teeth ??? God, you're such a freak"

And Obito is like, "I know ur just jealous BAKASHI. Because you are still a BABY while I am on my way to being a MAN"

And inside Kakashi, still deeply confused and weirded out, is like, 'why the fuck would I be jealous' but outloud he just glares and goes, "I've never lost any of my teeth because I never lose."

To which Obito loses his mind because he's like 9 and to a 9 year old that sounded kind of sick and how DARE Kakashi try and be cool about this

(In the background, Minato is well on his way to losing his mind trying not to laugh. Rin meanwhile is squinting and doing mental math as she tries to tell if Kakashi is joking or not)

But anyways like. Kakashi later losing his own teeth and freaking the fuck out about it. Is he sick? Is he dying? Should he go to the doctor?

Oh my god wait ok but Kakashi cornering Rin after a training session and demands she help diagnose him bc he doesn't want to go to the actual doctor or ask Sensei for help. And Kakashi admitting she's a "good med nin" and Rin is kinda going omg Kakashi conpliment,,,, life goals,,

But also like Kakashi thinks he's dying and she's SUPER flattered he thinks she can help but she's like. 10. And a med nin in training.

So she's kind of sweating like "omg what are ur symptoms, why do u think ur dying?"

And Kakashi is like my "fucking teeth are falling out !!!!!!"

And Rin is like "woah that sounds super scary and seriou— Hold on a second."

Kakashi goes as far as to take off his mask to show her, which goes to show how desperate he is rn because he'd usually never do that.

And Rin is torn between being tempted to pinch his cheek and pull at it like it's Mochi and also like. She's struggling SO hard not to laugh at this point because she knows if she does Kakashi will literally never forgive her

So Rin has to break it to Kakashi as gently as she can (and without laughing or cooing at his cute kid naivety) that don't worry, you aren't dying, this is normal

Kakashi doesn't believe her at first. But when he does he's suddenly overwhelmed by embarrassment. He will never recover. Hes so fucking glad he didn't actually go to the doctor or to sensei because at least Rin he can swear to secrecy FOREVER

Kakashi has to deal with his suddenly too big for his mouth adult fangs and keeps going to Rin to help heal the cuts they keep leaving on his lips ,,,,

Somehow Obito catches wind of this, and hears "Rin + helping with Kakashi's lips (???)" And thinks they're kissing and loses his goddamn mind in spectacular fashion.

Toddler drama....

Idk where Im really going with this, it ended up taking a life of its own

Uhhh anyways. Moving this conversation entirely:

You can copy pasted this exact concept onto Naruto for a really funny (and kind of awful) au where Naruto loses his first tooth and becomes convinced he's dying

He does actually try to go to the hospital but they try to turn him away, but when he blurts out that he's scared he's dying a particularly mean spirited doctor pretends to examine him then goes "oh no. You really are dying and have a week to live. Boohoo."

Naruto loses his fucking mind and makes a "things I want to do before I die" bucket list and then spends the next week desperatley trying to complete it bc hes convinced he's gonna die on the final day

This list includes but is not limited to:

- become Hokage

- start a family

- eat every single different kind of ramen on Ichiraku's menu

Idk how to make the first and third especially funny but like.

"Starting a family" ending up somehow leading to Naruto very aggressively trying to get literally anyone to hold his hand in a similar fashion to "Uchiha Sasuke's 10 step plan to get revenge" where Sasuke tries to get Shikamaru to marry him in his quest to "live a good life" to get revenge on Itachi, while Naruto hears Sasuke is looking for a husband and very loudly tries to get him to pick him instead

Which is actually a really fucking funny one on its own and now I'm just thinking about that instead, so I'll leave this post here

I got a little distracted, but. Thank you for ur ask !!!

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andy-15-07 · 3 days ago

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Hi, I would love to see a Paulxactress fix where Pedro Pascal is like a father figure to her and Pedro give Paul a hard time.

Irish Charm

PAIRING:Paul Mescal x reader

WORD COUNT: 1229 | requests are open (send requests, I will gladly answer them all)

Paul Mescal Masterlist

The Los Angeles sun beat down mercilessly on the set of "The Lost City of Z." Y/n, drenched in sweat, swatted at a pesky mosquito. "Pedro," she groaned, "I swear, these bugs are out to get me."

Pedro, ever the stoic observer, raised an eyebrow. "Embrace the Amazon, mi amor. It's part of the experience."

Y/n rolled her eyes, "Easy for you to say. You're practically one with the jungle."

Pedro chuckled, his deep voice a rumble that always sent a shiver down her spine. "Years of training, chica. You'll get there."

Their banter was a familiar rhythm, a comfortable dance of playful teasing and genuine affection. Y/n had met Pedro on the set of "Kingsman: The Golden Circle," and an instant, unlikely bond had formed. He was older, wiser, a seasoned veteran of the industry. She, a rising star, still finding her footing. He saw something in her – a raw talent, a fierce spirit, and a vulnerability that reminded him of his own younger self.

He became her mentor, her confidante, the closest thing she had to a father figure. He'd offer tough love, honest criticism, and unwavering support. He'd scold her for staying out too late, worry about her dating life, and celebrate every single one of her successes.

"Speaking of experience," Pedro said, a mischievous glint in his eyes, "I hear you're working with a certain Irish charmer these days."

Y/n blushed, "Oh, Pedro."

"Don't 'Oh, Pedro' me, chica. I've seen those eyes. They sparkle like the goddamn Milky Way."

"He's... nice."

Pedro snorted. "Nice? Paul Mescal is a force of nature. He could charm the birds out of the trees." He paused, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Tell me, does he treat you right?"

Y/n hesitated. "He's... good. He's kind, and funny, and incredibly talented."

"Talented, yes. But is he kind to your soul? Does he make you feel safe?"

Y/n smiled. "He does. He makes me feel seen, you know? Like I'm not just an actress, but a person."

Pedro nodded approvingly. "Good. Good. Now, about this 'Normal People'…"

Y/n groaned. "Pedro, no."

"I've seen it. Twice. I'm a fan. But I'm also a concerned friend. I've seen the way he looks at you, chica. That boy is head over heels."

"He's just… nice."

"Nice? He's like a puppy dog, always by your side, those eyes full of wonder. And don't even get me started on the accent." Pedro chuckled. "Sounds like melted butter."

Y/n laughed, "You're impossible."

"Just looking out for you, mi amor. Don't get hurt."

Y/n knew he meant well. Pedro's protectiveness stemmed from a deep-seated love for her. He'd seen the industry chew people up and spit them out, and he wanted to shield her from the worst of it.

A few weeks later, Y/n found herself on the set of her new film, a romantic comedy opposite Paul. The chemistry between them was undeniable, both on and off screen. They spent hours dissecting scenes, their laughter echoing through the soundstage.

One evening, after a particularly long day, Paul invited her to grab dinner. They found a cozy Italian restaurant, the warm glow of the candlelight casting a romantic haze over the room.

"You know," Paul said, taking a sip of his wine, "Pedro keeps talking about you."

Y/n raised an eyebrow. "He does?"

"Yeah, always asking how I'm treating his 'little bird'."

Y/n chuckled. "He's so protective."

"He seems like a great guy. A real mentor."

"He is. He's like the older brother I never had."

Paul smiled. "You're lucky to have him."

The evening progressed, the conversation flowing easily. They talked about their childhoods, their dreams, their hopes for the future. As the night deepened, Paul leaned closer, his eyes searching hers.

"Y/n," he began, his voice husky, "I know we've only been working together for a short time, but…"

Y/n's heart pounded in her chest. This was it. The moment she'd been waiting for.

"But what, Paul?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

He reached across the table, his hand gently brushing against hers. "I think I'm falling for you."

Y/n felt a wave of warmth wash over her. She wanted to say it back, to confess that his words echoed her own feelings. But a flicker of doubt, a ghost of Pedro's warning, crossed her mind.

"Paul," she began, her voice hesitant, "I… I really like you too. But I'm scared."

"Scared of what?"

"Of getting hurt. Of getting my heart broken."

Paul's expression softened. "I understand. I don't want to scare you. I just want you to know how I feel."

"I know," she said, her voice catching. "And I appreciate it more than you know."

They spent the rest of the evening in comfortable silence, the unspoken words hanging heavy in the air.

The next day, Y/n sought out Pedro. She found him on set, deep in conversation with the director.

"Pedro," she said, approaching him cautiously.

He looked up, a smile spreading across his face. "Mi amor. How was dinner?"

Y/n hesitated, unsure how to broach the subject. "It was… nice."

Pedro raised an eyebrow. "Just nice?"

"Well," she said, taking a deep breath, "Paul… he told me how he feels."

Pedro's smile faded. "And?"

"And… I don't know what to do."

Pedro listened patiently, his gaze unwavering. When she finished, he remained silent for a long moment, lost in thought.

"He's a good man, Y/n," he said finally. "A kind, talented man."

"I know."

"But you have to trust your gut. Don't let fear hold you back."

Y/n looked at him, her eyes filled with uncertainty.

"Remember what I told you, chica?" he said, his voice gentle. "Does he make you feel safe?"

She thought back to the previous night, to the way Paul had looked at her, the way he made her feel seen, cherished. A slow smile spread across her face.

"He does," she whispered.

Pedro smiled, a genuine, heartfelt smile. "Then go for it, mi amor. Go for it all."

With Pedro's blessing, Y/n finally allowed herself to fully embrace her feelings for Paul. Their relationship blossomed, a delicate flower nurtured by trust, respect, and a healthy dose of playful banter.

Pedro, ever the watchful guardian, kept a close eye on their progress. He'd offer subtle advice, a knowing glance, a gentle nudge in the right direction.

One evening, while visiting Y/n and Paul at their apartment, Pedro found himself watching them with a fond smile. They were curled up on the couch, lost in conversation, their laughter filling the room. Paul, ever the charmer, was making Y/n laugh until her sides ached.

"You know," Pedro said, his voice soft, "I think I did alright."

Y/n looked up, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "You think?"

"I knew you two were meant to be," he said, a twinkle in his eye. "Besides," he added with a wink, "I wouldn't want to miss out on all the wedding stories."

Y/n blushed, while Paul grinned. "Don't worry, tío," he said, "you'll be the first to know."

Pedro chuckled, his heart overflowing with pride. He had played his part, nudging them towards happiness, ensuring that his "little bird" found her safe harbor. And as he watched the two of them, their love a radiant beacon in the fading light, he knew that he wouldn't have had it any other way.

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celenexox · 11 hours ago

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Lovebombs after the War-

Matt Sturniolo

summary: when you go and make things right with your boyfriend matt after an argument

warnings: swearing, arguing, fluff

you and matt have been at eachothers throats all day, and to be honest with yourself you don’t even know why, or how the bickering even started, it just did

it is around 7:30pm and you were sitting on the couch scrolling through your phone alone, if you were not in the situation that you were in with matt right now, the two of you would’ve been on the couch together laughing about something meaninglessly funny

then suddenly, you hear his footsteps approaching, out of the corner of your eyes, you see him stop and stand by the hallway with his arms crossed

“is this ever gonna end?” he asks you, barely above a whisper to the point where you couldn’t audibly hear him that well, but the message was still sent

you’re still mindlessly scrolling through your phone, not really sure if you should even turn up to acknowledge him, so you ignore him, not even knowing why

“so this is what we’re doing?” he says, raising his arms up

“you know what? forget it! why do i even bother trying, you clearly don’t want to resolve the issue” he says even louder now than his previous statement, causing you to flinch vaguely

he walks away and into your bedroom, slamming the door shut

you think to yourself and wonder why you didn’t just respond to him, like a normal human being, none of this would have happened and the problem could have been solved by now if it weren’t for you acting petty

tears start to form in your eyes, you start to feel upset about the situation at hand, and also start to feel bad for the way you treated matt

it is now 10:15pm and the house is dead silent, you finally decide to get up off the couch and do something useful

you went down the hallway very quietly and walk infront of you and matt’s bedroom, the door was closed but you could tell the lights were off

instead of building up the courage to go and apologize you walked a little further down and into the bathroom, you brushed your teeth and looked into the mirror for a second, eyes bags have formed from the lack of sleep and the exhaustion of the tense atmosphere that you and matt have created

you turn the lights off and walk infront of the bedroom door again, you put your hand on the doorknob and wait for a few seconds before ultimately deciding to finally open the door

you open it very slowly and quietly, trying to examine the room from the slight creak of the door opening before fully stepping inside

you could tell that matt was laying on his side of the bed, and you walk inside fully now

you sit down on the corner as his back is faces away from you

you put your hand on his shoulder and in a whisper you start to call out to him

“matt, baby, are- are you awake?”

you hear him sniffle a little before nodding his head, still not turning to face you

he had been crying? you think to yourself

“oh matt, i am so sorry for all of this, and for ignoring you, i was such an asshole”

he finally turns around to look at you, the lights weren’t on but you could still see his features and how his eyes were red and puffy

your heart starts to ache just at the sight of him like this, you had to fix things quickly

“im so sorry baby, i love you” you say, taking his hand and squeezing it

“im sorry too, it’s not just you okay? i messed up as well” he replies, in a soft and raspy tone

“can you forgive me, i never want to see you crying like this” you run a hand through his hair, trying to ease the pain

“of course i can forgive you, and can you also forgive me too?” he takes your fingers off his hair and into his hands

“matt, of course i’ll forgive you” you reply to his apology and kiss his hands

the two of you look into each others eyes for a few seconds before he pulls himself up, now you’re both sitting on the bed

you open your arms and wrap them around his neck, he wraps his around your waist

“i never want to fight like this with you again, promise me that it’ll never get this bad” you words are mumbled into his shoulder

“i promise you, it’ll never get this bad again” matt replies

after hearing those words, you pull him under the sheets and hug him tightly, thankful that the storm has ended so that you could finally go to sleep.

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visionsofyouandme · 1 day ago

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Alleviate

𝚜𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚜: Joel comes home from work, stressed after a long day. You offer some relief.

𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 2.6k

𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: No Outbreak!AU. Joel Miller x afab!reader. Domesticity. Joel is stressed and therefore a little needy. Swearing. Age gap or not (you decide!). Reader has hair that can be pulled. SMUT (18+ MNDI). Dry humping. Sub!Joel. Oral (m!receiving). Unprotected p in v. Creampie. Not proofread (oops).

𝙰/𝙽: Here's a little something for this Sunday. Delays for Heartlines and cowboy!Joel are imminent- got some personal stuff going on. But, I'm going to do my best to get them up and running here soon! Hope you enjoy this lil one shot of helpin' our man Joel out... Enjoy!

Joel slammed the car door and sighed heavily, rubbing a hand over his face as he walked up the steps to home.

Well, your home.

He had gone to his own, yes, to shower and clean up. But, he felt a longing that had been in him since yesterday, and it had finally materialized once the day had faded to night.

Joel had been seeing you for quite some time now. Tommy had told Joel that he was inviting a “pretty young woman” to the Super Bowl party last year. Ever since, he’s had a hard time driving you from his mind.

It had started off innocent enough- he would help with things that constantly seemed to break- the air conditioner, the washer and dryer, other appliances. He had come around enough that he stayed for a drink or two afterwards. And then he would stay the night.

Then one night after far too many drinks for either of your preferences, you kissed him.

Ever since, it’s never been the same.

So, he found himself dragging himself to your house despite a long day. Not everyday, of course, as you weren’t his wife or anything- but enough that you stopped being surprised when he showed up. And eventually gave him a key to let himself in.

He took said key and did just that- opening your door and pushing inside, hand splayed against the door. He took a few careful steps in, seeing as it was late at night and he didn’t want to wake you. He would probably crawl into bed with you after raiding your kitchen, and call it a night.

When he rounded to the kitchen, he stopped. You stood by the stove, wearing nothing but underwear and one of his buttoned flannels, holding a spatula. You turned to him, and he saw a surprised expression flash across your face that quickly changed to happiness.

“Evening.” You said, and he nodded, his eyes still lingering on your bare legs. He walked to the kitchen table not too far away, and pulled a chair out, sitting down. You took off the food from the burner, having finished cooking the eggs at just the right time.

“Rough day?” You questioned when he said nothing, and looked back at him. His eyes finally flicked back to your own, and he shrugged. Smirking, you walk over to him. Pushing your hands through his graying hair, you tilt his head up to meet your gaze.

“You know, if you can’t tell me what's wrong, I can’t help.” You chided him, and he breathed softly, leaning his head down and into your midsection. Your eyebrows knitted, but you pressed a hand to his hair, the other hand on his shoulder.

“‘M just tired. Fuckin’ customers and their shit. Y’know?” He said, his voice a mumble, but you caught it anyway. You nodded, looking down and pressed a kiss to his hair.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered. He lifted his head, his brown eyes normally hard were now soft, the line between his eyebrows gone.

“Tell me about your day.” He said, his hand moving to touch your thigh, wrapping around the back of it gently. If Joel was anything, he was a gentle lover. He liked being in control, but respected your boundaries, and only went as hard as you instructed. You were the deciding factor on how hard or soft it would be, and you liked it that way.

So, you took the moment and slid into his lap, straddling his hips. Your toes brushed the ground, and you raised your eyebrows.

“Well, it’s Saturday. Woke up, watered the plants, took a shower…” you recounted, and began to run your hands through his hair, and he closed his eyes, leaning his head back slightly. You grin as you could see the hard exterior melt away even more, and you massaged his scalp gently. His hands found their way to your waist, where he held you with increasing pressure as you touched him.

“… made lunch, read some of my book. Caught up on a few episodes of…” you continued, your voice soft and even. You tested something as you ran your hands through his hair, and tugged on his locks.

He didn’t speak, but he did stiffen, and his head moved straight as he looked down at you. You regarded him with an even expression, but secretly wondered if he wasn’t in the mood tonight.

His grip on your waist loosened, and he leaned back in his seat. You feigned a resigned look, but he then pulled you close to his chest rather abruptly. He pressed his hand to the small of your back, and you could feel his cock press through the fabric of his jeans. You let out a soft sigh, and began to move your hips just slightly against his.

Your panties offered little barrier between your core and the seam of his jeans. And that thrilled you.

“Jesus,” he muttered, your name coming shortly after. You couldn’t help but smirk, your hands finding his hair again and you continued to move your hips into his. His breath came out in a hiss, and he held fast to your waist, bringing you down more onto his clothed member.

“You alright?” You questioned, though it comes out like a taunt. He looked down at you, and you saw a darkness within them that you had seen on a handful of occasions. You tilted your head to the side as if to ask the question again, and he took your chin in his hand with a bit of force.

“More than alright.” He said, his voice low. He then pulled you towards him and kissed you with fervor. So much so that you began to lean back from the pressure, but he caught you by wrapping his arm around your waist. He began to lift his hips against yours, and you let out a soft whine.

“God-“ you began, but he kept his lips locked with yours, and it quite literally took your breath away. He licked at your bottom lip, asking for entrance. When you didn’t respond to his liking, he slid his tongue between your lips anyway.

Your hands rested on the nape of his neck, hands threading through whatever hair you could find there. You felt a hand wander from your waist, down to your ass, and he gave it a firm squeeze, eliciting a gasp from your lips.

He continued to buck his hips up to yours, and you swore you could feel a wetness pooling between your legs. You weren’t sure if it was from you or Joel’s precum.

“Sweetheart,” he panted against your lips, pulling away to look at you with lust blown eyes. “I’m gonna need you. Now.”

You were floored. He never really was this… forward. Normally he gave some subtle hints, or let you take the lead on things. But this time? It was very, very apparent that he was not playing patient tonight.

“But, the food-”

His face told you, “fuck the food.”

So, you could only nod, trying to hide the light smile as he picked you up by your waist. You wrapped your legs around him securely, beginning to pepper kisses on his neck.. Joel’s hand tightened around your waist, the other hand moving to your thigh.

He walked into your bedroom and pretty much threw you onto the bed. You bounced lightly, and looked up at him as he began to undo the buttons of the flannel you wore. You watched him in amusement for second, until his face turned pained, desperate. You put your hands over his, and his eyes moved up to yours. You raised your eyebrows,

“Let me take care of you,” you said quietly, and he shook his head minutely, and your grip tightened. You raised your eyebrows, daring him to try to turn you away again. His hands eventually fell from the buttons and you stood up, putting your hands on his waist and turning him around, pushing him to sit on the bed. He watched you with half-lidded eyes, and you could see his shoulders drop just a bit. You ran your hands down his chest gently, and then slowly sunk to his knees. His hands immediately flew to the edges of the bed, gripping it tightly. You made slow work of opening his belt buckle, then sliding the zipper down. You could feel how hard he already was under your hands, and when you pulled him from the confines of his jeans, it stood at attention eagerly.

You glanced up at him, and took him in hand, giving him a few pumps of preparation. He sucked in a breath, and you wiggled an eyebrow up at him.

“You’re supposed to be relaxing. Lay back.” you said, and he shook his head,

“No. Wanna see you-” he said, but it contorted into a groan as you swiped your tongue over his tip, then up and down the shaft. He shuddered, and you gave another experimental lick over his head, lapping up the precum.

“Suit yourself.” you said with a teasing grin before taking him into your mouth. You took him bit by bit, hearing him breathe above you, going from pained to pleasured. You took him down to the base, his coarse hairs almost rubbing your nose. You began to move your head up and down, allowing the saliva to coat his cock, making it easier to suck.

“Jesus. Fuck-” he began, and you groped for his hand and placed it overtop of your head, urging him to hold you. He took the command, and threaded his fingers through your hair gently, but it tightened at a particular harsh suck, your cheeks hollowing out.

There we go.

You could hear him trying to hold back the groans, the soft pants that began to come from his lips. But, you alternated between sucking and licking, enjoying your time with him, drawing it out. You could feel him tensing beneath you, cock pulsing, and how he was struggling to hold back. His hand on your hair gripped tighter, and he then pulled you off of him with a force you never expected of him. You looked up at him, gasping for breath out of shock and exertion, and he pulled you to your feet.

“Please- Please, let me-” he began, and you bent down to kiss him hotly, and he lapped up the salty taste of his precum from your lips and mouth. You did your best to rid yourself of your underwear, breaking away to slide them down your legs as Joel lifted his hips to rid himself of his jeans and boxers.

You looked at him, and could see the most pitiful expression on his face. Submissive, begging, pleading. He had been like this before, but never this extreme. You somewhat liked it, having this much control over his pleasure.

But, you couldn’t deny him. Not when he looked at you like that.

He was about to move you to the bed when you took his shoulders and climbed into his lap for the second time that evening. You took his cock in hand, and positioned it underneath your weeping pussy. You could hear him sputter, give some kind of protest, but when you sunk onto his cock with ease, that shut him up pretty quick.

“I’m supposed to take care of you, remember?” you whispered, taking his face in your hands, only to see his eyes screwed shut tightly. He gave the slightest nod, and you let him adjust to the newfound sensation of the warmth and silkiness of your insides gripping him.

He said your name softly, barely a full breath, and you began to move your hips. His hand flew to your lower back, and brought you closer to him. He leaned his forehead on your shoulder, bucking his hips into yours as you took over most of the work. You swayed your hips back and forth, up and down, the wet squelching sounds filling the room. But, Joel’s groans and soft curses seemed to drown it out.

“So… fucking… good…” he groaned, and you kissed at his temple gently, a hand on his shoulder for more leverage as the other held onto his hair. He nosed his way down the flannel to the open portion of it, pushing it out of the way to begin to lap at your breast. When he took a nipple in his mouth, you gasped, your grip tightening in his hair. He groaned in response to the subtle movement of praise.

You began to move with a little more force, feeling your own peak come on. You weren’t hellbent on coming, wanting to take care of Joel first. But, his hand pressed at your lower back, then grabbed your ass roughly, his hips meeting yours with deeper thrusts.

“Come on, sweetheart, let me feel you,” he panted, and lifted his head to look at you. Eyes blown, lips swollen, hair disheveled, he looked like an image of lust.

And he was all yours.

The hairs of his base touched your clit just so, and you came down with a particularly hard movement, then another, then a third. He kissed at your neck, and you gave your first whimper of the evening as he began to suck lightly, knowing that it drove you insane.

You clenched around him, seeing stars, and exhaled a breath so deeply that you didn’t know you were holding. You felt him shudder underneath you, and he began to lift you off of him, knowing he was aching to come, but you held fast.

“In-Inside, inside, Joel,” you panted, sounding exactly like the desperate command you intended. You heard him curse a string of “fucks” softly, and then a groan that shook his chest as he came, his spend pumping into you in quick, long bursts. You continued your best to keep up the movement to prolong it, but your thighs were burning, and you were still reeling from your own orgasm.

He eventually still, his head pressed to your chest, his breathing trying to even out. You knew your heart was beating fast, and sweat collected on your brow. But, you just wanted to stay like this, wrapped up in his embrace, knowing you helped him in the best way you could.

When he lifted his head, you tilted his head up to you, and you smiled gently.

“Feel better?” you said, and he smiled just the slightest. He was still reeling from his high, so you gave him the benefit of the doubt and pressed a kiss to his lips. He gathered his bearings and kissed you back, and you slid off of his softening cock, both of you hissing at the loss of contact. You rose on shaky legs, his spend dripping down your inner thighs. You began to turn to the bathroom, and he pulled you towards him again. He took your cheek in his palm and brought you down to kiss you deeply, your breath swept away in his mouth.

You pulled away, looking down at him and ran a hand through his hair, ruffling it gently with a teasing smile.

“Yeah, I think you’ll make it through another day, Mr. Miller.” you giggled, and he stood up, pulling his shirt over his head before undoing the last couple of buttons on the flannel, backing you up to the bathroom.

“All thanks to you,” he said, and you shrugged with a prideful smile.

“I try my best,” you said, pausing at the threshold and leaned up to kiss his lips. You pulled away just a bit, and tilted your head up to meet his eyes, wrapping your arms around his middle. “Do you wanna join me-?”

“Way ahead of you, sweetheart.”

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earth-to-lottie · 3 days ago

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I’ve given myself more time to read Onyx Storm as I wanted to savour it, so I’ve just finished it. I need to discuss so spoilers below the cut

WHAT THE FUCK

as is true RY style I knew I’d be sobbing by the end over the characters and the foul cliffhanger and I wasn’t inaccurate in my assessment

How in the ever loving FUCK am I supposed to get on with life as normal with that ending????????

what happened during those 12 hours besides the obvious????? Violet for sure knew she was protecting whatever was left over of Xaden’s soul by marrying him (I think horcrux style she’s gatekeeping it either in the ring or in her own soul)

But we KNOW she won’t leave well enough alone and will move heaven and earth to find him

Did Sgaeyl go with Xaden? Is Garrick Xaden’s new venin brother? (He was reaching burnout and we know he’ll do anything to protect Xaden) or was it BODHI and that’s why X had to marry V asap to keep his family on the throne? Cuir was severely wounded so would bodhi have had to turn to survive/save Cuir/Xaden? The family betrayal RY mentioned is SCARING ME.

Panchek was the fuckin traitor??? Or was I reading too frantically to fully take in that situation?

I really REALLY hope this is a Dorian situation where all hope is lost but he can fight his way back… I’m not sure I’ll recover from any other outcome

Andarna had me crying at least 6 different times my littlest love

Xaden’s mum? And finding out he has 2 brothers? Well fuck me if that wasn’t a kick in the teeth???????

Dain is definitely redeeming himself, he’s growing on me I can’t lie

AARIC???? That’s all I have to say

Almost loosing Garrick was tipping me over the EDGE. LEAVE MY ANGEL BOY ALONE!! AND WHILE IM ON THE SUBJECT LEAVE MY BABY BODHI ALONE TOO!!!

Imogen’s chapter broke my heart into a million pieces. “We made it a good one” excuse me??????

MIRA???????!!!!! And Brennan and Violets bonding throughout this book is healing my sibling trauma bit by bit, but MIRA???

Also the slight revelations about Violets origins? And why her hair is the way it is?? I need answers more than I need oxygen I swear

Yes the banter and the spice was top tier as always (Ridoc my boy came through with the humour and the absolute bad assery) but my heart and soul are a little bit shredded and while I respect RYs need for a break I simply have to know what happens😭 I’m currently writing my own novel so I’m torn between fully understanding how much it’s taken out of her to release these books but my lord I won’t settle til this series is complete

I mean fr I’m never reading an incomplete series again, I cannot keep putting myself through this😭😭😭😭😭

#onyx storm #fourth wing #onyx storm spoilers #the empyrean #WHAT THE FUCK DO I DO FOR THE NEXT 2 YEARS????#iron flame #i’m spiralling #xaden riorson #violet sorrengail #garrick tavis #bodhi durran #ridoc gamlyn #brennan sorrengail #mira sorrengail #tairneanach #andarna

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rosedustdreams · 1 day ago

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Eyes on You pt2 pt1

That night, you couldn’t sleep. Your mind kept replaying the moment Walker’s eyes met yours, the warmth in his smile, and the way he’d seemed genuinely interested in every word you said. It was probably nothing just an actor being nice to a fan. But the comments on your Instagram post kept poking at the tiny spark of doubt in your head.

Could there be something more?

You scrolled through your notifications, overwhelmed by the sheer number of likes and comments. Even people you didn’t know were chiming in:

“Why does he look like he’s about to write you a poem?” “Y’all better get married so I can say I shipped it from the start.” “Imagine meeting Percy Jackson and he looks like that at you.”

You laughed at some of them, rolling your eyes at the absurdity, but a part of you felt... flustered. The way Walker was looking at you in the photo wasn’t something you could easily brush off.

Meanwhile, across the city, Walker was sitting on his hotel bed, phone in hand. His team had insisted he stay off social media for the night something about staying focused and avoiding distractions but curiosity had gotten the better of him.

He’d spent the past half hour scrolling through Instagram, his account logged into a private alt that only a few close friends knew about. When your post popped up, he stopped. His thumb hovered over the screen as he stared at the photo.

There you were, standing next to him with the brightest smile, and all he could think about was how his gaze had betrayed him. He hadn’t meant to be so obvious. It wasn’t like him to get distracted, especially at events like this. But there was something about you—your genuine enthusiasm, the way your eyes lit up when you talked about Percy Jackson, and the way you seemed equally nervous and excited all at once.

The comments under your post weren’t helping his resolve to forget about it. His favorite: “Bro, Walker’s out here looking at her like shes hung the stars. Good luck recovering from this one.”

He chuckled to himself, shaking his head, but the grin on his face lingered.

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The next morning, you woke up to find your post had gone semi-viral. The caption was still innocent enough, but people were dissecting every pixel of the photo, reading into things you’d never even noticed.

In your DMs, one message stood out. It was from an account with no profile picture and only a few followers. Normally, you’d ignore something like that, but the first line caught your attention:

“Hey, I hope this doesn’t seem weird, but it’s Walker.”

Your heart practically stopped. There was no way, right? Someone had to be messing with you. But when you clicked on the account, the bio read something along the lines of: “Just a guy who loves movies and occasionally plays a demigod.”

Oh. My. Gods.

“Hi!” you replied, your fingers trembling as you typed. “If this is a prank, it’s a very convincing one.”

Within seconds, you saw the three little dots indicating he was typing.

“It’s really me, I swear. I just... wanted to thank you again for coming yesterday. It was great meeting you.”

You stared at the message, your mind racing. Walker Scobell—the Walker Scobell—was messaging you? Thanking you? What universe had you stumbled into?

“Wow, uh, thank you,” you replied, trying to sound casual even though your heart was pounding out of your chest. “It was amazing meeting you too. I’m still trying to process it all.”

His response came quickly: “Yeah, same here, honestly.”

What did that mean? Same here? Did he mean he was trying to process meeting you? You didn’t want to read too much into it, but the idea alone made your cheeks flush.

The two of you messaged back and forth for hours, the conversation flowing so naturally it felt surreal. He asked about your favorite PJO book, your favorite characters, and what you thought of the trailer. You found yourself laughing at his jokes about filming and how nervous he’d been to live up to fans’ expectations.

At one point, he said, “You were one of the coolest people I met yesterday. Just thought you should know.”

You stared at the message, rereading it a dozen times before replying: “That’s really sweet of you to say. Honestly, meeting you made my whole year.”

Somehow, you ended up exchanging phone numbers. Walker insisted it would be easier to talk there, and you didn’t argue. The idea of having his number saved in your phone felt both exhilarating and completely insane.

Over the next few weeks, you kept in touch. At first, it was small things memes about Percy Jackson, updates on his filming schedule, and random stuff about your day. But as time went on, the conversations grew deeper.

He asked about your life, your dreams, and what had drawn you to the series in the first place. You found yourself opening up in ways you hadn’t expected, and he did the same.

One night, he sent you a selfie just him in his trailer, holding up a peace sign with the caption: “Long day, but this made it better.”

“This” clearly referred to your latest text, a long-winded rant about how the gods in Greek mythology needed better communication skills.

You responded with a picture of your PJO book collection stacked neatly on your desk. “This is the shrine I’ve built in your honor,” you joked.

Walker replied, “Pretty sure you’re the only person I’d be okay with building a shrine for me.”

And just like that, the line between casual fan and something more began to blur.

A/N: pt3?????

Tags: @izzystylinson, @sophand4n4, @kaiwrites092, @shellsarepretty, @cheoriemoawa

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callmemonster68 · 14 hours ago

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JAY - Promised Marriage ( smut )

Y/N married Jay, a man she barely knew but was always promised to her. Their life together began with affection, but without intimacy. When Y/N is faced with jealousy and insecurity, her doubts about marriage come to the surface. She questions why Jay never got closer, and his response challenges everything she thought about love and care.

Pairing: Jay X FemReader

Genre: Obscenity / Arranged Marriage

WARNING: text a little longer than I usually write

Warning: explicit content, unprotected sex, suggestive, penetration, explicit language, climax, sex, swearing, loss of virginity, hickeys, messy make-out sessions, dirty talk, compliments, rough sex, touching bruises, handcuffs, chains, sadomasochism , masochism, brands, group sex,double penetration, oral sex, anal sex, masturbation

Y/N was nervous as she prepared for the big day. The white dress fit her body perfectly, but it was the idea of the wedding itself that made her uneasy. She and Jay had been promised to each other since birth, but they had never met. The tradition of their families, rich and powerful, left no room for questioning. It was something inevitable, something unchangeable.

She looked at herself in the mirror, trying to imagine the man who would be her husband. What would he be like? Would he love her or be a complete stranger? And what if he were an idiot, like everyone said? The stories about Jay circulated through the city, talking about his charisma, his beauty, and his charming way, but Y/N didn't believe in empty promises.

Finally, the moment has arrived. She entered the church, her footsteps echoing down the aisle with a silence that almost swallowed her. And then, at the altar, she saw him. Jay. His heart raced. He stood there, imposing, his eyes fixed on her with an intensity that made her shiver. He seemed perfect. But, at the same time, distant.

The wedding was quick. The promises exchanged, the vows spoken, and before she had time to process everything, they were married.

Upon arriving at the apartment, a modern luxury decorated by Jay, Y/N was stunned. Everything seemed so... perfect. She didn't know what to expect, but she had never imagined anything like this. Jay led her through the house, showing every detail, as if it were a place for her. He made a point to prepare her, offer a glass of wine, and ask how she was doing. Each of his gestures was careful, as if he were protecting her from something.

But the real surprise came when he started talking about their life together. He never mentioned anything about intimacy, about what would be normal in a marriage, and that made her even more uncomfortable. Wouldn't it be strange for him? For both?

Six months had passed since the wedding, and Y/N still had that constant doubt about Jay in her mind. She felt safe with him, but there was something in her life that still seemed... incomplete. They never touched each other, never kissed. They only shared the bed, but the contact was almost nonexistent. He treated her with affection, but the emotional distance still existed.

On an ordinary night, after a long day, she found him in the kitchen, preparing dinner. Jay always took care of everything. The house was impeccable, and he worked hard in the family businesses. Y/N had no idea how he managed to handle all of that with such skill. She, on the other hand, stayed at home, enjoying the luxury he provided.

Y/N: Jay, can I ask you something? (with a low voice)

He turned around, smiling gently, as he always did.

Jay: Of course, YN. Whatever you want.

She hesitated.

Y/N: Why have you never... never tried anything? I mean, we've never touched... never done anything.

Jay paused for a moment, analyzing her words. His eyes sparkled with a mix of surprise and understanding.

Jay: I wanted you to feel comfortable, (he replied, with a calm voice) I didn't want to rush anything, Y/N. I hoped that, with time, you would understand my care. I didn't want you to feel pressured.

She looked at him, and for the first time felt a wave of emotion. Maybe she was being unfair to him. He was careful, more than any other man could be. He truly cared, not out of obligation, but because he wanted her to be happy.

Y/N: I... I was afraid of being an idiot, (almost in a whisper) But you are so perfect. I don't know how you do all this.

Jay smiled again, but this time there was something different about his smile. He approached slowly, without haste, and placed his hand over hers. The touch was gentle, but there was something there, something she couldn't define.

Jay: We didn't choose this, Y/N, (he said with a calmness that made her melt) But the moment we said 'yes' at the altar, I vowed to be a good husband to you, and to strive to love you. I will continue doing everything I can to make you feel loved and cared for. If you ever want more, I will be here, for you.

Y/N remained silent, absorbing his words. Maybe love wasn't rushed. Maybe it was something that grew slowly, like the trust she now felt for Jay.

Time passed, and the routine of Y/N and Jay continued with an unsettling calmness. He continued to be the perfect husband, taking care of everything, always attentive, always present, but the conversations between them were scarce. Their relationship, despite the coexistence, seemed stagnant, as if they were on a distant island, where words did not flow and gestures were brief. Y/N, despite feeling Jay's care, could not avoid the feeling of emptiness that spread within her.

Until the company's social event arrived. Jay invited her, as always, and she accepted, even though she knew it would be yet another event where she would remain in his shadow, not knowing how to interact with the other guests. But, that night, she was different. With an elegant black dress that hugged her curves, a gift from Jay, she felt more confident than ever. It was a night to shine, to stand out.

She entered the ballroom with a more upright posture, looking around, but her gaze soon found Jay's. He was in a corner, talking to a stunning woman. She had long golden hair, a charming smile, and a gaze that didn't hide her interest. Y/N frowned. She was a colleague of his, someone she knew was close to Jay.

The way the woman smiled at Jay, how he reacted to her gentle touch on his arm, all of that made Y/N's stomach churn. She felt something tightening in her chest. Jealousy. Insecurity. A feeling she couldn't ignore. What was happening between them? Jay had never shown her anything like that before. But the simple scene made her uncomfortable.

While watching, Y/N grabbed a champagne glass and took a sip, and then another, until the contents of the glass were quickly consumed. She didn't want to stay there, watching Jay, but the urge to know what he was doing with that woman was greater than her reason.

She kept drinking. The alcohol seemed to dissipate the pain a little, but it also increased the confusion in her mind. She was furious, not understanding why she was feeling this way. She had no right to feel that way, no right to feel jealous, because, until that moment, they had barely touched, barely understood each other.

And then, something happened. She realized she was starting to lose control. The alcohol was affecting her more than she had imagined, and the confidence she felt at first was replaced by a wave of uncertainties. Before she could control herself, she was already walking back to the bar, looking for more to drink, more to numb that tightness in her chest.

Jay, noticing that Y/N was acting strangely, stepped away from the woman he was talking to and approached her. When he found her, Y/N was sitting in a corner, her head drooping forward, with slightly glazed eyes. He approached quickly, his expression worried.

Jay: Y/N, are you okay? (squatting down beside you)

She looked at him with a crooked smile.

Y/N: Sure... I'm great... Just enjoying the party, Jay. You're having a good time, right?

She let out a little laugh, but the tone was bitter, as if she wanted to provoke him.

Jay didn't seem to be swayed by the provocation. He observed her, noticed how much she had drunk, and made an immediate decision.

Jay: Let's go home. (he said, firmly)

Y/N tried to get up, but the dizziness took over her, and she almost fell to the side. Jay quickly caught her, offering his shoulder for her to lean on.

Jay: You're not going to stay here like that, Y/N. Let's go.

While he helped her leave the event, Y/N still couldn't control the thoughts that consumed her. Why was she so insecure? She didn't know what was happening, but she felt something strange inside her. Maybe the alcohol had amplified her emotions, but the anger and jealousy she felt towards Jay were not entirely fictitious. She didn't understand his reason for talking to that woman, for looking at her that way, for... being so close to her.

When they got home, Jay helped her sit on the couch, taking off her coat and doing everything possible to make her feel comfortable. But Y/N couldn't stay silent. She was confused, lost in her feelings. She felt the anguish growing.

Y/N: You were so... close to that woman, Jay, (she said, her voice faltering due to the alcohol) I saw how she looked at you. How you reacted to her. What does that mean? You don't care about this? With what I'm feeling?

Jay took a deep breath, his expression serious.

Jay: Y/N, are you okay? Is all this because of what you saw? I was just talking to her about a company project. Nothing more. And about what you're feeling... I didn't know this was happening, but I never wanted to make you feel this way. You don't need to be jealous. I am your husband, and that will never change.

Y/N looked at him, not knowing what to say. She was confused, intoxicated, but she also wanted to understand. She wanted to know what he really thought. And, somehow, what he had just said seemed like a promise. A promise that he would always be there, by her side, despite the doubts that still existed between them.

Jay approached her, but still without touching her in an invasive manner. He awaited her reaction. Y/N, in turn, felt the whirlwind of emotions inside her. The night was just beginning, but the tension between them seemed about to explode.

Sitting on the couch, Y/N could no longer hold back the tears. The alcohol had given way to a flood of confusing and intense feelings. Her eyes were tearing up, and she couldn't stop thinking about everything she had felt that night. The jealousy, the insecurity... everything was crumbling inside her.

She looked at Jay, her voice breaking as she spoke.

Y/N: Jay... you don't desire me, do you? You don't think I'm attractive. That's why... you never did anything. Why don't you... touch me? Why don't you... sleep with me?

Her voice faltered, and she looked at him with pleading eyes, hoping for a response that could ease the anguish she felt.

Jay watched her, and his expression softened as he noticed her suffering. He approached slowly, as if fearing she might pull away. He knew that this question didn't come only from a place of insecurity, but also from frustration. He sighed, searching for the right words to respond.

Jay: Y/N... you have no idea what this means to me. You have no idea how much I have to control myself every day, (he began, his voice serious but gentle) I desire you more than you can imagine. Every day, every minute by your side, it's a struggle not to cross the line. But I want you to be ready. I want you to be completely comfortable, to desire me the same way I desire you.

He paused, looking into her eyes, trying to convey the sincerity in his words.

Jay: I know you're still a virgin, Y/N. And I don't want to be the guy who rushes you. I want this to be something that comes from you, when you're ready. I care a lot about this.

Y/N felt a strange warmth spreading through her body, a mix of embarrassment and desire. She had never imagined that Jay would think of her in such... a caring way. He had never mentioned it before. What she felt was a whirlwind of emotions, but above all, the need to be loved, to be desired.

She stood up, her body trembling slightly as she approached him. She felt an urgency, an uncontrollable desire to touch him, to feel his lips. She knew she wasn't at her best, that she was drunk, but the desire took over her. Y/N approached and, with hesitation, tried to kiss him.

When their lips almost met, Jay gently held her by the shoulders, pulling her away slightly. His gaze was firm, but also full of understanding.

Jay: Y/N, wait... I know you're confused right now, and you're drinking. It won't be fair to you, nor to me, if we do this now.

He looked at her affectionately, trying to calm her down.

Jay: I want you to feel safe with me. I want you to want this, and not just because the alcohol makes you vulnerable. Be patient. I won't do anything to you this way.

Y/N looked at him, feeling the pressure of the moment, but also a sense of respect for his stance. He wasn't pulling away out of malice, but out of consideration. She could see it in his eyes, could feel the tension between them, and it only made her desire him even more.

She took a step back, breathless, still trying to process everything.

Y/N: I just... I just want to know that you desire me, Jay. I want you to want me as a woman, not just as your wife.

Jay took a step towards her, now calmer, and gently touched her face, wiping away a tear that was rolling down her cheek.

Jay: I want you, Y/N. I want you, but in a way that is special. It's not about haste, nor about what happened at that party... it's about us, and the right moment.

Y/N fell silent for a moment, absorbing his words. She wanted to believe him, wanted to understand what he was trying to say, but the frustration still lingered in the air. She knew he was being careful, but the desire within her was not something that could be ignored.

When Y/N woke up the next day, the soft morning light streamed through the bedroom window, gently illuminating the room. She was lying comfortably in bed, covered up to her neck. Something was different, but at the moment, everything seemed a bit confusing, as if the previous night were a distant memory. Her head was a bit heavy, and a strange sensation washed over her. She looked around and soon noticed a tray with breakfast carefully placed next to her on the bed.

As she looked at the man beside her, her eyes met Jay's. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, a gentle smile on his face, but something in his eyes seemed to indicate that he knew exactly what had happened. When Y/N tried to remember the previous night, a wave of shame hit her. She couldn't remember all the details, but what came to mind was the desire, the interrupted kiss... and everything she had said.

Jay: Good morning, (Jay said in a calm and gentle tone, handing her the tray with a delicate gesture)

But before she could respond, he added:

Jay: It's all right, Y/N. I know it was the alcohol, not you.

She looked at him, and soon the images of the previous night began to return clearly. She remembered how she had approached him, how she had tried to kiss him, and the words that had almost left her lips. Shame took hold of her, and her cheeks turned red instantly.

Y/N: Jay, I... I don't know what happened. I didn't want to... (she started, trying to explain, but he interrupted with surprising calmness)

Jay: Y/N, you don't need to apologize. I understand. You were drunk, and I knew it wasn't your intention. There's nothing wrong. (he looked at her tenderly) I just wanted you to know that I'm not angry, and that you don't need to feel pressured.

But, as he spoke, Y/N felt something deeper growing inside her. His words, though kind, made her realize even more what she wanted, what she felt, and what she truly desired. She took a deep breath, and on impulse, looked at him with a different intensity, as if she were finally ready to face her own emotions.

She kept her eyes fixed on his, without looking away.

Y/N: Yeah, Jay... without the alcohol, I probably wouldn't have had the courage to say this. But the reality is that... I want to be desired by you. I want you to want me the same way I want you. And I want you to take me, Jay. I want to be yours for real.

Jay watched her in silence for a moment, and the tension in the air felt electric. He knew she was serious, that her words didn't come just from the alcohol, but from a deep and authentic desire.

He set the tray aside, and the expression on his face changed from a gentle understanding to something more serious. He approached her on the bed, and the intensity between them was palpable. But instead of throwing himself at her, he simply sat closer and looked at her with a gaze full of understanding.

Jay: Y/N... I've told you before. I desire you, but what I want is for you to be completely ready. I want this to be something that comes from you, with a light heart, without regrets. I want you to be completely sure that this is the right moment, because for me, you are everything.

Y/N felt a wave of emotions taking over her. She was nervous, but at the same time, her decision was made. She wanted to take that step, she wanted to be loved, desired, and cared for. She truly wanted to give herself to him.

Y/N: I'm ready, Jay, (she said with a confidence she didn't even know she had) I want you, I want to be yours.

He watched her for another second, and then, without a word, he pulled her closer with a careful and gentle gesture. He knew that this moment was important, and he was willing to wait as long as necessary for her to be completely comfortable.

But the simple fact that she said that, that she finally verbalized her desire, made the tension between them transform into something deeper. A new chapter was about to begin, and they both knew it.

The day seemed like any other. Jay had left for work early in the morning, as he always did, while Y/N stayed at home, taking care of the daily chores. But, on that day, she felt something different. The conversation from the previous night still echoed in her mind, and the desire she had kept for so long was becoming more intense.

She knew what she wanted now. She wanted to be more than a distant wife. I wanted Jay to see her not just as the woman who took care of the house, but also as the woman he desired, the one he could surrender to. She got up, put on something simple, and decided to go out. She wanted something for herself, something that would be a symbol of the desire she felt.

She went to the mall and, after some time exploring the stores, found what she was looking for: seductive black lingerie with delicate details that made her feel powerful and, at the same time, vulnerable. It was exactly what she needed to take the next step.

With the purchase in hand, she returned home and got ready. She set the dinner on the table, still feeling a mix of nervousness and anticipation. Something inside her said that this would be the moment when everything would change between her and Jay. The kitchen was tidy, the table set with soft candles illuminating the space. She wanted him to see her in a different way, in a way he had never seen before.

When Jay got home, he was surprised to see the dinner table beautifully set, the aroma of fresh food in the air, and the soft glow of candles. Y/N was in the kitchen, with a discreet smile on her face, as if she knew what was happening, but at the same time, a little unsure about how he would react.

Jay: Hi, love... It seems like there's something special today. (Jay said with a smile, looking pleasantly surprised)

He approached her, and she gently kissed him on the cheek.

Y/N: Hi, Jay. I made dinner. Shall we eat together? (Y/N replied, her voice soft but full of an expectation she could barely hide)

They sat at the table and began to have dinner, chatting casually as if time had returned to normal. But there was a different energy in the air, a silent tension that lingered between them, as if they both knew something was about to happen. Y/N looked at him more intensely than usual, and with each smile from Jay, their heart raced faster.

Dinner went by, and the conversation flowed pleasantly, but the tension between them did not disappear. After they finished eating, Y/N stood up to take the dishes to the kitchen. Jay followed her with his eyes, and the feeling of closeness seemed to grow.

She looked at him, still with that shy smile.

Y/N: Jay, I've already organized everything in the kitchen. You can go upstairs, take a shower, and lie down. I'll finish here and come up right away.

Jay observed her for a moment, seeming taken aback by the proposal, but accepted without question.

Jay: Of course, Y/N. I'll be waiting. ( he gave a slight smile and, without further words, went upstairs )

Y/N stood there, alone in the kitchen for a few minutes, her body still trembling with the adrenaline of the situation. She stepped away from the counter, walked to the mirror in the living room, and, with a deep sigh, looked at herself once more. Now was the moment. She put on the black lingerie she had bought, trying to feel as confident as possible. When she looked in the mirror again, she couldn't help but smile at herself. She was ready.

When Y/N went up to the room, Jay was already lying on the bed, with a calm but curious look. He still didn't know what awaited him. She entered the room, and the atmosphere was now more intimate, with the lights dimmed and the mood enveloping. What she was wearing was something completely different from what he was used to seeing her in, and the tension in the air became even more palpable.

She stopped at the bedroom door, and their eyes met. Jay watched her, his breath heavier, but he said nothing. He was waiting for her to take the next step.

Y/N took a step forward, walking towards the bed where he was lying. Her smooth and determined movement caught his attention. She was no longer the same insecure person as before. Now, she knew what she wanted. She knew what she was offering him, and she was willing to receive the same intensity in return.

Y/N approached the bed even closer with steady steps, feeling the heat of her body grow with each movement. Jay's gaze was fixed on her, observing every detail, as if she were the most precious thing he had ever seen. The silence between them was heavy, laden with palpable tension, as if they both knew they were on the brink of something that would change everything forever.

When she got close to the bed, her eyes met his. Jay was lying down, but his body was tense, almost rigid. Y/N could see the internal struggle he was facing, and it only heightened the urgency within her.

She moved closer, her fingers touching the bedspread while her feet gently touched the floor. Jay didn't make any move, he just watched, but his eyes were intensely focused on her. Y/N knew he was holding back, and curiosity began to take over her.

She leaned slightly forward, her eyes fixed on his.

Y/N: Jay… (her voice was low, but filled with desire) Why are you holding back so much? What's happening?

Jay took a deep breath, and for a moment, it seemed like he wasn't going to respond. He closed his eyes for a moment, as if trying to find strength within himself. Finally, he spoke, his voice soft but laden with an intensity she could feel in every word.

Jay: I... I held on for so long, Y/N. It wasn't easy... all these months, trying to make you feel comfortable, waiting for the right moment. But now that you are here, wanting this... I don't know if I'll be able to control myself. I'm afraid to give myself completely, because if I do... you might not be able to handle it.

Jay's words hit her hard, but at the same time, she felt a deeper connection. He was afraid, yes, but it wasn't a fear that she wasn't ready. It was the fear that the intensity of what he felt was too much for her, for what he knew she wanted.

She took a step forward, closer to him, and with a firm and determined look, said:

Y/N: Jay... make me understand. I'm here. I want you. I want you to take me. I don't want to wait anymore. Do whatever you want with me.

Jay looked at her with a mix of surprise and desire. For a moment, he didn't know if he should believe what he was hearing. But the sparkle in her eyes, the way she approached with such confidence... it was impossible to ignore.

He raised his hand, touching her face gently, his fingers gliding over her skin as if he were trying to memorize every part of her face. The sensation of Jay's touch was gentle, but there was an intensity behind it, as if he had been waiting for that moment for a long time.

Jay: Are you sure? ( he asked, his voice low, almost like a whisper, but with the intensity of a man who knew he was about to cross a line )

Y/N did not hesitate. She looked deeply into his eyes and, with a firm voice, replied:

Y/N: Yes. I'm ready for you, Jay. Don't be afraid anymore.

Those words, spoken with such certainty, were like a key that unlocked something inside him. Jay couldn't hold back any longer. He pulled Y/N closer, the pressure of their bodies almost making the air thicker. He kissed her with an urgency she didn't expect, but which made her feel every nerve in her body on alert.

The kiss, initially gentle, became increasingly intense. Jay kissed her as if he were trying to free himself from all the restrictions he had imposed on himself. Y/N felt overwhelmed by desire, each kiss, each touch, made her feel more alive, more connected to him than she had ever imagined.

While they kissed, Jay's fingers explored the black lingerie she was wearing, touching her skin with a care that contrasted with the intensity of the kiss. He made her lie down beside him, and the tension between them only increased. He knew what he wanted, and so did she.

Finally, when he stepped back a little, breathing heavily, he looked her in the eyes and, with a hoarse voice, said:

Jay: You asked me to set myself free. So, get ready, Y/N, because there's no turning back now.

Y/N smiled, the anxiety mixed with immense excitement.

Y/N: I'm ready, Jay. I want you to take me, without any more reservations.

Jay pulled her firmly, but without losing his gentleness. He made her sit on his lap, their bodies so close that she could feel the heat radiating from him. His fingers traced her back, drawing imaginary lines over the thin fabric of the lingerie that barely covered her skin. The contrast between the delicacy of the touch and the intensity of his gaze made Y/N feel both vulnerable and powerful at the same time.

Jay: You have no idea what you're doing to me, Y/N...

His voice was hoarse, laden with emotion, as his fingers slid over her shoulders, gently pushing the straps of her lingerie aside.

He didn't rush, exploring each of her reactions as if it were a book he was eager to unravel, he withdrew her delicately. Jay's eyes did not stray from Y/N's face, searching for every small sign of approval, every sigh, every subtle movement that revealed she was as devoted as he was.

Y/N felt his breath against her skin as Jay tilted his head and began kissing the curve of her neck. The warm lips left a trail of heat that seemed to ignite every part of her body. His fingers, now more firm, slid along her sides, causing shivers as they explored the contours of her waist.

She tilted her head back, allowing him even more access, while her hands finally moved to explore his body. Feeling the tension of his muscles under her fingers only intensified the desire growing within her. Jay was no longer restrained. Each touch, each kiss, seemed charged with a passion he had repressed for so long.

Jay held her face with both hands, bringing her eyes back to his. The intense look he gave her took her breath away.

Jay: You are so beautiful... so perfect...

He whispered before kissing her again, this time more slowly, savoring every moment.

Y/N: I want everything from you, Jay...

She murmured against his lips, her hands gripping his shoulders firmly. –

Y/N: Don't hold back anymore.

He smiled against her lips, a smile that was both gentle and laden with promise. Then, he carefully laid her down on the bed, covering her with his body as the tension between them reached a new level. Jay leaned on one arm while the other continued to explore her skin, teasing and testing each of her limits.

Every touch, every movement, was deliberate. Jay was determined to show Y/N exactly what he felt, without words, just with the way he adored her with his lips, his hands, and his entire body. The connection between them seemed to transcend the physical, as if each moment was a new way of saying what words could not express. He stood up, standing beside the bed facing her, he began to undress slowly, observing her reactions, she watched him, admiring every detail of his body, biting her lips, closing her thighs in excitement.

When he finally got rid of his underwear, her eyes widened; it was the first time she had seen a naked man in person, but she was sure his cock was too big.

Jay: Are you afraid it won't fit?

Y/N: How many centimeters does this thing have?

Jay looked at his member and looked at her again.

Jay: Who knows? (he said, moving closer, getting back on the bed) Nineteen? Twenty? Twenty-one? I never measured.

He held her legs and spread them apart, positioning himself between them. She tried to close her legs again, but he kept them open, firm around him.

Y/N: But I'm small!

Jay: And I'm a big guy, 1.80m tall. Did you expect me to be small?

She swallowed hard, checking his cock again, it was big, beautiful with the shiny tip from the pre-cum, she licked her lips.

Jay: Calm down, if God made it, it's because it fits. (he smiled) And well, you asked me not to hold back, now it's too late.

Jay held her thighs firmly, keeping them open, but without hurting her. The look he gave her was so full of desire that it made Y/N squirm slightly beneath him, the heat rising on her skin in an almost unbearable way.

Jay: You trust me, don't you?

His voice was low but intense as he leaned his body closer, making the heat of his skin come even closer to hers.

Y/N nodded quickly, lips slightly parted, breathing heavily.

Y/N: Yes, I trust you... just... take it easy, at least at the beginning.

Jay smiled, but this time, there was something wilder in his expression. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing lightly against her neck as he whispered:

Jay: I'll take it easy... as far as I can.

She felt his weight against her, the heat of his body enveloping her like a blanket.

Jay: Last chance to back out, Y/N.

He said, although he knew by her expression that it was out of the question.

Y/N: I'm not going to give up, Jay. I want this. I want you.

Jay positioned the head of his cock at her entrance. Y/N gripped the sheets tightly, her head thrown back, trying to cope with the intensity of the emotions that were overwhelming her. Jay knew exactly what he was doing, he seemed attentive to every reaction she had.

Jay: Ready?

Y/N took a deep breath, their eyes fixed on his, and nodded.

Y/N: Yes... do whatever you want with me, Jay.

He entered her carefully, feeling the initial resistance, but ensuring that she adjusted to him. Y/N gasped, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she tried to get used to the sensation. Jay stopped, waiting for her to adjust, but his tense muscles made it clear how much he was holding back.

Jay: Relax... I promise everything will be fine. (he whispered, his lips brushing against hers)

Little by little, he began to move, the movements slow at first, but soon gaining rhythm as she started to relax and adjust to him. Each thrust seemed to deepen the connection between them, and the way he looked at her, as if she were the only thing in the world that mattered, made her surrender completely.

Y/N: Jay... faster... I want more...

He didn't need any more encouragement. Jay quickened the pace, his movements now more intense, deeper, leading both of them to a state of complete ecstasy. The tension that had been building between them finally exploded, and their sounds filled the room as passion consumed them.

Y/N scratched Jay's back, trying to alleviate some of the overwhelming pleasure she felt, then her hands found his hair, and she grabbed it tightly.

Jay: Don't pull my hair so hard. (he asked with a voice hoarse with pleasure)

Y/N: Why?

Jay: Because I'll end up finishing faster.

Y/N: Like this? (she said, pulling her hair even harder)

Jay groaned hoarsely, his head tilting back as he felt her fingers intertwine tightly in his hair. He tried to maintain control, but the way she was teasing him was testing all his limits.

Jay: You want to drive me crazy, don't you? (he said with a crooked smile, his eyes burning with desire as he looked at her)

Y/N: I just want to see how much you can take... (she replied, her voice laden with boldness and desire, her lips curved into a defiant smile)

Jay, however, was not the type to back down from a challenge. He let out a low, husky laugh, leaning forward, biting her lower lip before speaking in a tone that was a mix of promise and warning.

Jay: You're playing with fire, Y/N. I hope you're ready for what that means.

Without waiting for a response, he grabbed her wrists, pulling her hands up above her head, pinning her against the mattress. The movement was firm but not aggressive, and the look he gave her made her heart race.

Jay: If you want to play, that's fine. But remember who's in control here.

He leaned his body forward, moving his hips with more force now, the thrusts deeper, making Y/N arch her body against him, a loud moan escaping her lips. The intensity of his movements seemed to double with each passing second, and she felt as if she were being consumed by him, each touch, each kiss, each movement making it impossible to think of anything other than the man before her.

Y/N: Jay... I can't take it anymore... (she murmured between moans, her eyes half-closed as pleasure took over her)

Jay smiled against her skin, his lips brushing her neck as he increased the pace even more.

Jay: So let me see you lose control. I want everything, Y/N.

He released her wrists, letting his hands run over her curves, exploring every piece of skin while he maintained the intense rhythm. Y/N grabbed his shoulders again, digging her nails into his skin as her body was overtaken by pleasure. Jay seemed to have no limits, each of his movements was calculated to take her even higher, as if he wouldn't rest until he saw her completely surrendered to him.

Y/N: Jay... I'm... so close... (she managed to say, her breath uneven)

He leaned in once more, his lips brushing against hers in a hungry kiss, before whispering against her lips:

Jay: So come with me.

With those words, he intensified the movements, his hands gripping her hips as he guided each thrust with precision. The room was filled with their sounds, their bodies in perfect harmony, until they both reached climax together, a moment of pure euphoria that seemed to erase everything around them.

Jay collapsed beside her, pulling her into his arms as they both tried to catch their breath. He held her close, his fingers tracing gentle lines on her skin while a satisfied smile played on his lips.

Jay: You almost destroyed me with that hair pull, you know?

He said, his voice still hoarse but full of humor.

Y/N laughed softly, her fingers drawing circles on his chest.

Y/N: I think we now know your weak point.

Jay smiled, kissing the top of her head.

Jay: You are my weak point, Y/N.

She snuggled closer to him, feeling completely satisfied and safe in his arms. The connection between them was stronger than ever, and they both knew that night would be unforgettable.

When their gazes met again, he whispered, with a voice that was almost a moan:

Jay: There's no turning back, Y/N. You are mine now. Just mine.

He kissed her forehead tenderly, a simple gesture but full of meaning.

Jay: I don't want you to feel like you have to wait for me anymore. I want you to show me when the right moment comes, and I will be here, ready to love you in every way you want. No matter how long it takes.

Y/N felt a wave of emotion wash over her. The feeling of security he gave her, not just as a husband but as a man, was creating a solid foundation between them. It wasn't just about desire, but about the love that was being built, about the respect he had for her, her needs, and her feelings.

Y/N: I didn't know what to expect from us, Jay, ( Y/N replied ) But now I know that all I really want is to be with you, grow with you, and discover more about the two of us. Because when I'm with you, everything seems to make sense.

They stayed there, in the stillness of the night, embracing each other, understanding each other more with every passing second. There was no hurry. There was no need for anything more than that shared moment, where words and touches were enough to build the connection that now seemed unbreakable.

✿ If you don't reblog and comment, you can be sure I'll be showing up in your dreams tonight... and I won’t be as sweet as in the story ✿

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